With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And a suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand
They had the best selection
They were poisoned with protection
There was noting that they needed
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formation
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalk and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting
So I got bored and left them there
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
neil young