歌词
When you are gone I keep track of the time
In my diary line by line
And the past is behind
It was so long ago
When believing and beauty
Celebrated the birth
It was green, lovely green
We could fly like milkweed
But nowadays no one seems to care
They laugh at me when I ride my bike
Turn away in shame when I fly my kite
I spend my Saturdays
Alone in the mirror
Arranging my hair
In the end, what is there?
To talk of passing time
Should I turn off the TV?
Or go to the race track
And bet on the dogs
And the weather is strange
No summer this year
In the days of the war
But the Red Sox are winning
But nowadays no one seems to care
They laugh at me when I ride my bike
Turn away in shame when I fly my kite
I spend my Saturdays
Alone in the mirror
Arranging my hair
In the end, what is there?
To talk of passing time
Shall I turn off the TV?
Or go to the race track
And bet on the dogs
And the weather is strange
No summer out here
In the days of the war
But the Red Sox are winning
Let's make Boston America's number one baseball city!
Hooray! Hooray!
Kill the hippies!
Kill the hippies!
Kill the hippies!
Written by: Peter Rowan
