It Doesn't Matter
Chris Hillman, Stephen A 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 fantasies 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 fantasies stay
SOLO
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