by Graham Nash

We can heed the call
We can trip and fall
We can read the scrawl on the garden wall
Let the ashes fall
Upon us all or not at all it's in us all
Can we say it's cool
>From a heated pool
When we give a jewel to a starving fool
And if we can't be cruel
Then let us take the tool
And change the rule, change the rule
When we've all begun to see the world we're on
Don't you see there's only one
Then we'll all begin to see the skin we're in
It's just the same
There's only one
There's only one
Do we have the grace to begin the race
in another place
Face to face
Do we stand the pace or do we let the case go to
waste, got to waste, go to waste
Do you like the taste


Drums: Johnny Barbata
Bass: Chris Ethridge
Piano: Rita Coolidge
Whiskers: Larry Cox
Organ & Acoustic Guitar: Graham Nash
Saxophone Solo: Bobby Keys
Lead Vocal: Graham Nash
Background Vocals: Rita Coolidge, Vanetta Fields, Shirley Matthews, Clydie King & Dorothy Morrison