1975

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 watched 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 Cut back down to the earth Where is everybody gone Where is everybody gone Now the bullets and the passion and the money 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 Cut back down to the earth Where is everybody gone Where is everybody gone