Lyrics:

by

David Crosby, Stephen Stills, & Graham Nash

In the morning

When you rise

Do you think of me

and how you left me crying?

Are you thinking

of telephones

and managers, and where you got to be at noon

You are living

I left years ago

You are living

a reality

I left years ago

It quite nearly killed me

In the long run

It will make you cry

Make you crazy and old before your time

And the difference betweem me and you

I won't argue right or wrong

but I have time to cry

You don't have to cry

You don't have to cry

You don't have to cry

In the morning

when you rise

Do you think of me

and how you left me crying

Are you thinking

of telephones

and managers, and where you got to be at noon

You are living

a reality

I left years ago

It quite nearly killed me

In the long run

It will make you cry

Make you crazy and old before your time

And the difference between me and you

I won't argue right or wrong

but I have time to cry

You don't have to cry

You don't have to cry

You don't have to die