1970

It was cold So very cold So I went to the station Took a bus from the cold Took it all the way south It was warm in the south I hitched rides to see towns In the warmth of the south It was 1970 I was more than a boy Bverall mentally I was less than a man A pretty young lady In a Volkswagen van Pulled over and waved And invited me in. She said home was Cleveland On break as a teacher On a search for some music And kinship with nature We ended in Bithlo On a farm near Orlando At a Pop Festival A sensational show We sang and danced through the day In sunshine through storms We sang and danced on the sunshine Till night's early morn Johnny and Edgar played to the stars Played to the mist that carried us far Until we were spent and went to the van And crashed. We went to the station She kissed me goodbye No time for reflection I just waived and I cried That was the last time I saw her Never touched her again Now it's only a blur Something vague that remains It's fifty years later Now I am old There's not a lot that matters I'm still in the cold She's probably passed on I hope her life was so good And that with every dawn She remembered that... We sang danced through the day In sunshine through storms We and and danced on the sunshine Till night's early morn Johnny and Edgar played to the stars Played to the mist that carried us far Until we were spent and went to the van And crashed....