1975

(Sullivan) 2021

By the time that I made 19 years, all the wars were lost
A smoldering stillness lay over the land I wandered out across
Companions came and went their ways, it was easier alone
I saw people folding the banners away and quietly heading home
With no reflection in the mirror, no reflection in the mirror

They took me to a commune farm where everyone smiled,
They were pure and kind and sure
I felt their goodness surrounding me and headed for the door
I got a ride with a gambler in a cool black Jeep, he shared his box of thrills
All the memories are given gifts from the way to somewhere else

And I dream of sunlit highways woven into the hills
The haze bleached and stoned
Like a harvest risen towards the sun then cut back down to the earth
Where is everybody gone? Where is everybody gone?

Now the bullets and the money and the passion are spent
Gone with barely a word
The golden dream faded away
The pictures browned and blurred
I still see shining cars floating and all the miles I burned
We went farther on than we ever should and only half returned
With no reflection in the mirror, no reflection in the mirror

And I dream of sunlit highways woven into the hills
The aura bleached and stoned
Like a harvest risen towards the sun then cut back down to the earth
Where is everybody gone? Where is everybody gone?


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