Songwriters: KANTNER, PAUL L. / CROSBY, DAVID / STILLS, STEPHEN A.
(UPS) EARTH JULY 1975 

Black sails knifing through the pitchblende night 
Away from the radioactive landmass madness 
From the silver-suited people searching out 
Uncontaminated food and shelter on the shores 
No glowing metal on our ship of wood only 
Free happy crazy people naked in the universe 
WE SPEAK EARTH TALK 
GO RIDE THE MUSIC 
If you smile at me you know I will understand 
Cause that is something everybody everywhere does 
In the same language 
I can see by your coat my friend that you're from the other side 
There's just one thing I got to know 
Can you tell me please who won 
You must try some of my purple berries 
I been eating them for six or seven weeks now 
Haven't got sick once 
Probably keep us both alive 
Wooden ships on the water very free and easy 
Easy you know the way it's supposed to be 
Silver people on the shoreline leave us be 
Very free and easy 
Sail away where the mornin sun goes high 
Sail away where the wind blows sweet and young birds fly 
Take a sister by her hand 
Lead her far from this barren land 
Horror grips us as we watch you die 
All we can do is echo your anguished cry and 
Stare as all you human feelings die 
We are leaving 
You don't need us 
Go and take a sister by her hand 
Lead her far from this foreign land 
Somewhere where we might laugh again 
We are leaving 
You don't need us 
Sailing ships on the water very free and easy 
Easy you know the way it's supposed to be 
Silver people on the shoreline leave us be 
Very free 
And gone 
NO C'MON 
GO RIDE THE MUSIC 
C'MON RIDE IT CHILD