Stephen Stills. In the Way [live]. Zeneszám

Strangest sort of feelin'
It's with me every day
Everybody wasted
A little more than they'd like to say

Worry 'bout tomorrow
Like it was today
Leave you only sorrow
Feelin' lost in the way

When I was in prison
It was only yesterday
There were no longer cages
Still I had to stay

Think about tomorrow
Like it was today
Leave you only sorrow
Feelin' lost and in the way

Never saw the stranger
Clouding up the day
Never understanding
Anything I say

Do you know the meaning?
When you finally lose your way
Who will be your witness
Come your judgment day

Think about tomorrow
Like it was today
Leave you only sorrow
Feelin' lost and in the way

Who will be your witness?
[Incomprehensible]
Who will be your witness?
Somebody knew your name
Who will be your witness?