Walkabouts, The – On the Beach

( written by Neil Young )

The world is turning, I hope it don’t turn away

The world is turning, I hope it don’t turn away

All my pictures are falling

From the wall where I placed them yesterday

The world is turning, I hope it don’t turn away

I need a crowd of people, but I can’t face them day to day

I need a crowd of people, but I can’t face them day to day

Though my problems are meaningless

That don’t make them go away

I need a crowd of people, but I can’t face them day to day

I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone

I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone

Now I’m living out here on the beach

But those seagulls are still out of rach

I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone

Get outta town, I think I’ll get outta town

Get outta town, I think I’ll get outta town

I head for the stick [mumble mumble mumble]

I follow a road I don’t know where it goes

Get outta town, I think I’ll get outta town

Cos the world is turning, I hope it don’t turn away