neil young
campaigner
I am a lonely visitor. I came too late to cause a stir, Though I campaigned all my life towards that goal. I hardly slept the night you wept Our secret's safe and still well kept Where even Richard Nixon has got soul. Even Richard Nixon has got Soul. The podium rocks in the crowded waves. The speaker talks of the beautiful saves That went down long before he played this role For the hotel queens and the magazines, Test tube genes and slot machines Where even Richard Nixon got soul. Even Richard Nixon has got it, Soul. Hospitals have made him cry, But there's always a free way in his eye, Though his beach just got to crowded for his stroll. Roads stretch out like healthy veins, And wild gift horses strain the reins, Where even Richard Nixon has got soul. Even Richard Nixon has got Soul. I am a lonely visitor. I came too late to cause a stir, Though I campaigned all my life towards that goal.