(Neil Young)

Ain't it hard when you wake up in the morning 
And you find out that those other days are gone? 
All you have is memories of happiness 
Lingerin' on. 

You might wonder who can I turn to 
On this cold and chilly night of gloom 
The answer to that question 
Is nowhere in this room. 

All your dreams and your lovers won't protect you, 
They're only passing through you in the end. 
They'll leave you stripped of all that they can get to, 
And wait for you to come back again. 

You might wonder who I can turn to 
On this cold and chilly night of gloom 
The answer to that question 
Is nowhere in this room. 

From that lamp on down the hall. 
Maybe the star of Bethlehem 
Wasn't a star at all.