My life is changing in so many ways, I don’t know who to trust anymore. There’s a shadow running thru my days, Like a beggar going from door to door. I was thinking that maybe I’d get a maid, find a place nearby for her to stay. Just someone to keep my house clean, Fix my meals and go away. A maid. A man needs a maid. It’s hard to make that change, when life and love turns strange. And old. To give a love, you gotta live a love. To live a love, you gotta be “part of” When will I see you again? A while ago somewhere, I don’t know when I was watching a movie with a friend. I fell in love with the actress. She was playing a part that I could understand. A maid. A man needs a maid. A maid. When will I see you again?

A Man Needs a Maid  Neil Young. Harvest. 1972

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