Oh, Isabella, proud Isabella
they tore you down
and plowed you under
You’re only real
with your make-up on
How could I see you
and stay too long?

An ambulance can
only go so fast
It’s easy to get buried
in the past
when you try to make
a good thing last

I saw today in the
entertainment section
there’s room at the top
for private detection
to Mom & Dad
this just doesn’t matter
But it’s either that
or pay off the kidnappers

So all you critics sit alone
You’re no better than me
for what you’ve shown
with your stomach-pumps
and your hook & ladder dreams
we could get together
for some scenes

Neil Young

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