From Greendale
Turn the pages
In this old book.
Feels familiar,
Might be worth a second look.
Wrapping up dope
In a paper bag.
Talking to yourself.
Taking a drag.
(What does it matter the things you say.
You'll never hear it anyway.)
Gotta get past
The negative things.
Lawyers and business,
You get what you bring.
(No one's sorry you did it yourself.
It's time to relax now and then give it hell.)
Someday... you'll find
What you're looking for.
Someday... you'll find
Everything you're looking for.
Didn't bet on the Dodgers
To beat the Giants
And David came up
And now you gotta pay up.
(You didn't count on that.)
Jeez, half the money's gone
and the month is still young.
What're you going to do now?
(You gotta trust someone.
Someone you trust.)
Can't go to your brother
'Cause that money's all gone.
Can't go to your friends.
Someday... you'll find
What you're looking for.
Someday... you'll find
Everything you're looking for.
Someday... you'll find
Everything you're looking for.
Someday... you'll find
Everything you're looking for.
Yeah...
Made out like a bandit
For all of these years
What're you looking for?
One more big score?
(What're you trying to prove?)
Try to get closer,
But not too close.
Try to get through.
But not BE through.
No one can touch you now.
I can touch you now.
You're invisible.
You've got too many secrets.
(Bob Dylan said that.
Or something like that.)
Someday... you'll find
What you're looking for.
Someday... you'll find
Everything you're looking for.
Someday... you'll find
Everything you're looking for.
Someday... you'll find
Everything you're looking for.
Yeah...
Writer(s): Neil Young
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