Finding San Jose (feat. Rykarda Parasol)

Call it a brute sense of simple animal well-being Stuck in my memory is one recollection of it When I was back still going to college, I think I was riding in my 1959 bug-eyed Austin Healy Sprite With the radio on but the convertible top down Driving up Evergreen Canyon road one bright morning And I didn't have a care in the world Just then the words of the old song came to me Simon and Garfunkle singing Feelin' Groovy And I did, for just that one endless moment Many years later, I also felt the very same thing Once in Washington, D.C., when you were still a baby, in a carriage Pushing you along, walking beside your mother I felt-reminder of the one time past, and herald of any yet to come That same brute, simple sense of sheer animal well-being again As if God was in his heaven, and all was right with the world There have been other times, too, I've fleetingly felt the same The body itself somehow retains the knowledge, it seems Of how to go back there to that bodily well of animal well-being If I will just get out of the way and let it lead and guide me there And that, I think, may really be, at long last, the way to San Jose