Christopher Neil Young's lyrics & chords

It ain’t hard to stumble and land in some funny lagoon, when your morning’s first stride is from backseat to the parking lot pavement, your girlfriend’s dry cough breaks her yawn and she rubs the kink in her neck. The parking stripes outreach dawn’s freshest rays as industrious students slowly fill the university’s lot. Your sunken eyes embarrassingly meet hers during the morning’s stretching ritual. A parking lot should never be a home, you both acknowledge with sighs and silence. But where has home ever been? Not the broken o...read more