I am a lonely visitor / I came too late to cause a stir / Though I campaigned all my life towards that goal

I hardly slept the night you wept / Our secret’s safe and still well kept / Where even Richard Nixon has got soul / Even Richard Nixon has got soul

The podium rocks in the crowded waves / The speaker talks of the beautiful saves / That went down long before he played this role

For the hotel queens and the magazines / Test tube genes and slot machines / Where even Richard Nixon has got it soul / Even Richard Nixon has got it, soul, soul

Hospitals have made him cry / But there’s always a free way in his eye / This beach just got to crowded for his stroll

Roads stretch out like healthy veins / And wild gift horses strain the reins / Where even Richard Nixon has got soul / Even Richard Nixon has got it, soul, soul…

[By Neil Young © Reprise Records, 1977]