The Wheat Pool
Neil Young
It’s the first week of November and there’s nothing left to say,
Now that we’ve decided that I’m standing in your way
Now that we’ve decided that you’ll stay here, and that I’ll go away.
I know it’s not the differences that made us split on two,
Cuz everyday I notice, how much I’m just like you.
The only other answer is the fact that I can never see things through.
‘You are just a dreamer and I am just a dream’,
Neil Young still remembers what it’s like to be 18.
And sometimes I remember,
all the reasons that we made each other scream.
Cuz I’m nothing like the rainfall and I’m nothing like the coast,
And you’re nothing like the wheatfields, and the prairies I love most.
We’re both a little different,
so our memories pass by like a lonesome ghost
Now I hope you’ll take the answers and tuck’em all away,
save them for the grey skies of a hundred rainy days.
Save them for the meantime,
and leave’em all out there on English Bay.
