Neil Young - For The Turnstiles

All the sailors with their seasick mamas

Hear the sirens on the shore,

Singin' songs for pimps with tailors

Who charge ten dollars at the door.

You can really learn a lot that way

It will change you in the middle of the day.

Though your confidence may be shattered,

It doesn't matter.

All the great explorers

Are now in granite laid, (in Granite Lake?)

Under white sheets for the great unveiling

At the big parade.

You can really learn a lot that way

It will change you in the middle of the day.

Though your confidence may be shattered,

It doesn't matter.

All the bushleague batters

Are left to die on the diamond.

In the stands the home crowd scatters

For the turnstiles,

For the turnstiles,

For the turnstiles.