Rose-Tinted Glasses

My mama has some funny clothes from the years before my birth Boxes full of fringe vests, denim, and flowy skirts She tells me crazy stories of the years of Grateful Dead The "Age of Aquarius" is still dawning in her head "Peace, Love, and Rock and Roll" hangs next to our broken screen Daddy says I should trade my big hair for bell-bottom jeans Uncle John was 62nd out from Vietnam Lots of references I don't understand Is the pot the one we grow daisies in? As a girl, I played with my "Airplane" that we named Jefferson My dog Pink Floyd would dance with me as The Doors played on and on My little "White Room" was home to my "White Rabbit" named Cream I had a pretty psychedelic childhood I think my parents are hippies "Peace, Love, and Rock and Roll" hangs next to our broken screen Daddy says I should trade my big hair for bell-bottom jeans Uncle John was 62nd out from Vietnam Lots of references I don't understand Is Ellis D. the mailman? I'm the daughter of hippies With their groovy, rose-tinted glasses Those far-out frames conceal their dilated nostalgia Right on, peace out, make love, not war I dig that flower power "Peace, Love, and Rock and Roll" hangs next to our broken screen Daddy says I should trade my big hair for bell-bottom jeans Uncle John was 62nd out from Vietnam Lots of references I don't understand Is the pot the one we cook brownies in? Are those mushrooms for your pizza, again? Is the pot the one we grow daisies in?