Summer days are long and lonely.. Cars are moving slowly.. The streets are filled with air so still.. . I'm trying to get out of the city.. Trying to get out of the city..
He calms me down when I'd rather be out of my mind. He calms me down when I'm not ready to unwind. He'll be my clown when I'd rather be black inside. He'll be my clown with that evil look in his eyes.
Go, hippie skip down the old road. Don't even see me, do you at all. Some days you get so tired of hanging. Trying to deep-fry all your boredom. . Big hippie the day was so slow.