Rommel wore a ring on his finger
He only took it off when he flew his plane
Once he told me why
He said we all have to fly someday
We all have to fly someday
The TV preacher can′t be bothered
With those petty things
He stays a step removed so they say
He's piping music in
We all have to sin someday
We all have to sin someday
Working on that great Alaska pipeline
Many men were lost in the fight
They went to fuel their cars
Now smog might turn to stars someday
Smog might turn to stars someday
Hold me baby, put your arms around me
Give me all the love you have to give
Tomorrow won′t be late
We won't have to wait someday
We won't have to wait someday
Writer(s): Neil Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
