Neil Young - Goin´ Home (Live 2002)

On the hill where Custer was, <br />Making his last stand, <br />With the Indians all around, <br />And his gun in his hand. <br /><br />Such a wind was blowing that day, <br />Through the battleground, <br />I could feel it in my hair, <br />As I turned towards downtown. <br /><br />Weaving through the buildings, <br />Cutting though the streets, <br />Slicing through the culture, <br />Piling on the weeks. <br /><br />Going home, I'm going home. <br />Going home, I'm going home. <br />Going home. <br /><br />Dropping in on you my friend, <br />Is just like old times, <br />Said the fool who signed the paper, <br />To assorted slimes. <br /><br />It's hard to get blood from a stone <br />But for you I'll give it a try, <br /><br />To provide your accomodations, <br />And leave you satisfied. <br /><br />You'd think it was easy, <br />To give your life away, <br />To not have to live up to, <br />The promises you made. <br /><br />Going home, I'm going home. <br />Going home, I'm going home. <br />Going home. <br /><br />Elusively she cut the phone, <br />Moved from cell to cell, <br />Really looking remarkable, <br />And obviously doing well. <br /><br />She made a turn on a wooden bridge, <br />Into the battleground, <br />With a thousand warriors on the ridge, <br />She tried to turn her radio down. <br /><br />Battle drums were pounding, <br />All around her car, <br />She saw her clothes were changing, <br />Into sky and stars. <br /><br />Going home, I'm going home. <br />Going home, I'm going home. <br />Going home, I'm going home. <br />Going home, I'm going home. <br />Going home.