Back when my hair was short
I was a white socked sport
wore pointed shoes and pegged pants;
drank till my eyes were red,
hid Playboy 'neath my bed,
slicked my d.a. for the dance.
Back when my hair was short
I met some friends in court
for stealing hubcaps from cars;
chain smoking under the stars;
played all night pinball in bars
and dreamed about love...
we were experts on love.
We talked our way all around it.
And even if we had found it
we couldn't respond.
Slowly I changed my ways,
college and long-haired days,
seeing three concerts a week;
an honest to God hippy freak,
too busy eating to speak
except about love...
we held rallies for love
but no one knew what they stood for,
how many months were they good for
the meaning is gone.
Soon when my hair is short
I'll make a full report
of how I came back alive,
and what it takes to survive,
wringing the truth out of jive.
I'll tell you of love...
more than ever it's love;
no lack of faith undermines it
'cause its the hope that we'll find it
that makes us go on.
Back when my hair was short
I was a white socked sport,
holding beer parties till three;
college appealed to me,
Eastern Philosophy.....