I wake in the morning on the sadder side of things
The news of the world seems little different
Then it did when I was young 40 years ago
Viet Nam is now Iraq and civil rights is about marriage
Not lunch counters and school rooms
And it is Iran with a bomb that scares us—not Russia
And bank failures are not something out of American History
But something on the front page except the front page
Is actually my home page—technology seems in control
And some one won the sexual revolution but I am not sure who
And getting stoned has triggered gang wars in Mexico
That make Al Capone look like a nice guy
And George Bush doesn’t seem much different then Richard Nixon
I sit with my coffee and wonder if Barack Obama will take up
Where John Kennedy and Martin Luther King left off
Forty years ago—what fun it was to be young—
Sex and drugs and rock and roll—no one warned us about addiction
Not that we would have listened-be your self-do your own thing
"The times they are a changing"— "Brave New World"
"Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"
A buddy called me up and said you’ve "got to hear this"
He rolled a joint and put it on and I stared in utter amazement
At the turntable going round and round the whole time it played.
We had never heard anything like this before—
A record album as literature—a novel on vinyl
And the Christ of Sunday came down from the Cross
And became the Jesus of Hair and Super Star
And the March on Selma—and the Social Gospel
And Liberation Theology in the Age of Aquarius
"God is Dead"—long live the sacred revolution
And the New Age became more of the same old
Same old with yuppies, credit cards and SUVs
I fear we live in a wounded world where ego has dethroned the soul