Expecting To Fly — Neil Young

There you stood on the edge of your feather,

Expecting to fly.

While I laughed, I wondered whether

I could wave goodbye,

Knowin that youd gone.

By the summer it was healing,

We had said goodbye.

All the years wed spent with feeling

Ended with a cry,

Babe, ended with a cry,

Babe, ended with a cry.

I tried so hard to stand

As I stumbled and fell to the ground.

So hard to laugh as I fumbled

And reached for the love I found,

Knowin it was gone.

If I never lived without you,

Now you know Id die.

If I never said I loved you,

Now you know Id try,

Babe, now you know Id try.

Babe, now you know Id try,

Babe.