You're all just pissing in the wind. You don't know it, but you are.
Holding back is so close to stealing.
I may not be the devil, but I know just how he feels.
All I'm doing is writing it down and putting it in a cadence. Once I get into a cadence, then why should I even stop and wonder what it is? You can do that for the rest of your life, but when it's coming out, you don't want to stop it.
Now I'm livin' out here on the beach, but those seagulls are still out of reach.
With Crazy Horse, it's all one big, growing, smoldering sound, and I'm part of it. It's like gliding, or some sort of natural surfing.