Summer of 1967 (1975)

I've been smoking the weed of chance

Of which the autumn breeze will enhance

Take me to a place I know so well

Where people buy and buyers sell

If there are places you would like to see

Then make sure to take a trip with me

And run away to death again

To places you've gone and never been

The boys and girls of yesteryear

Have lost their minds and souls

Remember those who drank their beer

Now only smoke their bowls

His hair is black and her hair is red

It's not just a coincidence

The latter is the one that's dead

Caucasian defies her innocence

There is no reason she should die

For what she cannot comprehend

But then she must not live a lie

Cause she's just getting stoned again

And people you meet along the way

That talk in silent disarray

A mindless conscience soon will die

And along with it the silent high

Timeless tunes of music cry

Singing songs to those who die

And people who have nothing to say

Don't mind wasting another day

Sellers stand on silent streets

And cops patrol their boyhood beats

The ones they cannot catch anymore

Have gone to fight a useless war

Remember San Francisco and Vietnam

Not too many of us give a damn

But we've all learned one lesson well

Our dreams will take us straight to Hell

The boys of Nam were telling lies

To so many of our American GI's

They led them into lives of sin

Dirty memories of Ho Chi Minh

Secrets told before their time

Cause lots of trouble everywhere

Silent, soft and oh so kind

The stories wives will never hear

So now were back and working hard

But friends have gone astray

Our lives will be kept under guard

In each and every way

Those who knew your life before

Have vowed they'll stay behind

Another magical mystery tour

Would not work out this time