by Graham Nash
On the end of a tight rope
I'm over the town
I'd be good in a circus
But so would a clown
>From the way that I feel
All my hang-ups are down
In the middle of nowhere
I found me a tree
And the fruit that we live on
Reminds me of me
Though we live in the air
I'm not sure that we're free
And I don't really have much to say
`Cause I'm Living from day to day
Somewhere
And I don't care what the people say
`Cause if everyone know the way we're nowhere
Two & two make four
They never make five
And as long as we know it
We all can survive
Make sure that the things you do
Keep us alive
And I don't really have much to say
`Cause I've living from day to day
Somewhere
And I don't care what the people say
`Cause if everyone knows the way we're nowhere
Is the image I'm making
The image I see
When the man in the mirror
Is talking to me
Drums: Johnny Barbata
Bass: Chris Ethridge
Piano: Joe Yankee
Steel Guitar: Jerry Garcia
Vocal & Acoustic Guitar: Graham Nash