Avoiding definition in a time of strife,
Playing music loud living the life,
Hammond coming in, bass player with the line
Drums going mental, full Moon fever
Too good for this sad world, so many gods up there, heavens doing fine.
Looking always listening, talking too much
Blame my age
Whilst never growing older this weird hippy just turns another page,
Nothing really matters but the ground beneath your feet
The heavens up above you
And the love beside you, nothing more could taste so pure so sweet.
Are you my one and only?
Silence in the night
Soul so sad so lonely,
Love me with no tomorrows
Love me with no hours in the day
Love me with all those yesterdays
In which our memories play.