Letras:Neil Young. After The Gold Rush. Tell Me Why.

Sailing heart-ships through broken harbors
Out on the waves in the night
Still the searcher must ride the dark horse
Racing alone in his fright

Tell me, why? Tell me, why?
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself
When you're old enough to repay
But young enough to sell?

Tell me lies later, come and see me
I'll be around for a while
I am lonely but you can free me
All in the way that you smile

Tell me, why? Tell me, why?
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself
When you're old enough to repay
But young enough to sell?

Tell me, why? Tell me, why?
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself
When you're old enough to repay
But young enough to sell?