The only song on the Stills-Young album (Long May You Run) where Neil Young truly stretches out in electric guitar. A churning, slow-paced minor-key melody -- trademark Young -- drives the song gracefully. Lyrically, Young uses the metaphor of the title -- a very real hotel/resort in Florida where the album was recorded -- to convey his feelings of apathy and destruction of land, and maybe tradition. Young takes several extended guitar breaks, some of his finest of the 1970s. It would have been nice to have a couple more like this on the album.