by

David Crosby, Stephen Stills, Graham Nash, & Neil Young



You, who are on the road

Must have a code

That you can live by

And so

Become yourself

Because the past

Is just a good-bye

Teach you children well

Your father's hell did slowly go by

And feed them on your dreams

The one they picks

The one you'll know by

Don't you ever ask them why

If they told you, you would cry

So just look at them and sigh

And know they love you



And give of tender years

Can't know the fears

That your elders grew by

And so please help

Them with your belief

They seek the turf

Before they can die

Teach your parents well

The childrens hell

Will slowly go by

And feed them on your dreams

The one they picks

The one you'll know by

Don't you ever ask them why

If they told you, you would cry

So just look at them and sigh

And know they love you