[Verse 1: Graham Nash]
Look up, my friend
See how the story ends
There's nowhere to run to and nothing to stop you
And no one to hold you down

[Verse 2: Graham Nash, Graham Nash & David Crosby]
Look up, my friend
Means justify the end
There's nothing below you
When the world falls away

[Chorus: Graham Nash & David Crosby]
Pull over to the shoulder
I've got something to say to you
It's not so elusive, this golden frontier
Pull the strings, puppeteer

[Verse 3: Graham Nash]
Sometimes, you get marooned
With salt in every wound
You watch as your own hands reach for the nightstand
For something to bring you down

[Verse 4: Graham Nash & David Crosby]
Look up, my friend
The dead will soon ascend
But everyone's even
When the light fades away
[Chorus: Graham Nash & David Crosby]
Pull over to the shoulder
I've got something to say to you
It's not so elusive, this golden frontier

[Chorus: Graham Nash & David Crosby]
Pull over to the shoulder
I've got something to say to you
This world can get colder this time of the year
And love can disappear
Run you through like a spear
Pull the strings, puppeteer