California morning near the beach embraced with summer sun
festival tents selling the past lives of real freedom laced by hippie fun
leave your office suits and prejudice slowly and embark on a place
where peace and love is respected in a smoky communal space
tee pees and camp fires amidst vans and weavers at their loom
Speakers pipe the Dead as inkers with needles draw skin art in tiny rooms
revolution is alive and the dreams that we can all live and grow old
poems of Morrison are spoken into a sunset by heart of pure gold
tie dyed and beards roll joints and heal the capitalist sick
laying in the clouds as Joni and the ladies with a Grace named Slick
old guitars and dreams that live and never die
I thought saw the drummer that played in Humble Pie
you will want to stay and make some honest friends
who will always be there with you until the every end