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