The Trip

is going to take me home
through following the freedom school
free love is all around
the burning of the bras
acid to drop you out
why should we complain, bitch & pout
see you in the inside
came down from the mountain after many years of study
heard a heart cry out as i entered a string of cars on the Santa Monaco Free Way
gone are the days we used to frolic in a haze
today we are as mice stuck in a crazy maze
getting lost in a purple haze
as the sun lays through the vine of my heart
if the sun was meant to shine
if the springs in all its scope were meant to float

Wavy Gravy & the dead what was going on inside their heads
when you get old you leave everything behind
yearbooks & high school romances
ice cubes frozen in time
cardiac dry ice with hard dreams slip viles
the older I get the less I get battered
life now flows though night time boogy's
high school reunions dream in flight
where you now live do you remember these things
old age waits patiently in a new moon

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