A night in Berkeley
Where they inform me the sixties are over
That no one can remember the last time
A band
Played
In people's park
Or the last time The Band did
Country Joe & The Jefferson Airplane nither
An hour in Castro
Where the leather biker, flag carrying, early morning
S&M crew only needs one lane,
Their police escort knows this
And is rest-assured that West Hollywood PD
Shares their pain
A minute on the cold streets
Where mankind is lonesome,
starving, choking, vomiting up life
The children and the Alcoholics
sharing their fate beds
Then me lying, like it's not my bed too
A day on the highway
While cramming junkfood into our faces
California and it's bridges twice past
Coffee
Pouring
In drivers neck
Keeping the lane lines focused
While steering weary from the passengers seat