Lyrics:
I was taking in the haightWith a guest from l.a.Wearin underwearsLike a hat on my head.The spirit of the sixtiesWas all aroundFrom high on hippie hillWe surveyed the sacred ground.Covering hallowed ground.Well, I was south of the slotBy closing timeMy black leather chapsAfloat the crystalline tide.I wheelied down an alleyThat shined with lubeChecked the ghost of sylvesterBy the light of the man on the moon.Covering hallowed ground.When daybreak brokeI hit the beach but found no sand,Though saints peter and paulWere close at hand.A screamer bared his knifeAnd drew a fleet of black and whites -A book he d written, way back when,Had changed my life.