Almost Always - Neil Young/Promise of the Real

Written by：Neil Young

Producer：John Hanlon/Neil Young

Lately I been thinking

Bout the changing world

Trying to fit in pieces of dreams

Just trying to add it up

Figure out what it means

When a lost planet comes tumbling home

Does it have to have a beard

To break free from what is here

And continue to pick up those pieces of dreams

And I'm living with a game show host

Who has to brag and has to boast

I'm tearing down the things that I hold dear

While the day is with us

And the birds are near

Singing in the sun basking in its light

As it just risen

Through the fogs of fear

Can I take a minute to do what's right

Before that starts me thinking

Distracting me again

Do I have something to say

Maybe just a feeling

That things are bound to change

Or just that crazy searchlight

Lighting someone's way

I'm not gonna work it out

Right here and right now

I got some things to do got some calls to make

Hear that crazy little bird

Calling out its song

Standing out on a limb almost too long

Staying out til it's may

She answers every time

She answers every time

Every time

Almost always