Free love go out and burn your bras Let's head to Canada to avoid the draft To hitch hike across that state line put in a bind Shadows hung on the 70's décor onto so much more
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow Shades of red feelings of cosmos filled inside my head We traveled so far not to turn back now Haunted by the audience of the times
There's Wavy Gravy doing nothing too shady A tug at the heart should light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for Then there's Studio 54 with Andy Warhol's tomato soup cans The rebel hippie knows & fully understands
The sign of the times a line drawn in the sand Hendrix was the rage putting dudes in their purple haze Onto Pink Floyd it's still Us & Them, Mere creatures of habit trying to find a friend
Neil Young in his attire Old Man take a look at my life Those bell bottom blues not to mention high healed hippie shoes Let's learn from the poets as we are all really dust in the wind Shades of black torn in it's unique diversion
Those were the days with you would wake up late in a daze !