It Doesn’t Matter
Chris Hillman, Rick Roberts, Stephen Stills
Falling and spinning losing and winning keeping my head
Watching for signals wearisome vigil was I mislead
I remember you said
That you don't want to forget me
It doesn't matter which of our fantasy's fail
Every tomorrow looking tomorrow a piece of today
Run a bit faster here comes the catcher making his play
You had better not stay
You will soon be surrounded
It doesn't matter which of our fantasy's stay
Lonely and winsome calling for someone living right now
Something is shallow ugly and hollow
Doesn't even allow you to want to know how
You might live for the living
Give for the giving moment by moment
One day at a time
It doesn't matter it's nothing but dreaming anyhow