All I Know Is What You Tell Me - Stephen Stills

All I know is what you tell me

What you tell me, will it help me?

Late at night, in the morning

I’m in mourning in the morning.

At the lonely day, in front of me

Some lady feels I will never say goodbye

Don’t you pity me but if you never say goodbye

It would help me.

All day long, my folks are tumbling

Got me mumbling with the tumbling

I can’t go …, I search for answers

No one answers ‘cept the dancer.

And she’s lonely girl, the same as me.