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