Something's Wrong - Gene Clark

Hours of joy when I was just a boy

And never wrong I knew

Kites of red would fly above my head

The birds would sing their song

Now something’s wrong

Where the Sherwood used to be

Neon brambles now I can see

Fields of corn on early summer mornings

Or late afternoons

Anytime there was a place to find

Where life seemed not so soon

Now all too soon

Is this where I used to be?

Still remembering what is me

And I won’t even try

To find a reason why

I must live here just to die

Now something’s wrong

Where the Sherwood used to be

Neon brambles now I can see