psychedelic afternoon
in the daytime breeze
on the gritty beach by the bay
old lovers, old friends
but most of all, you
not enough time to bring back the past
only enough time to bring back memories
and wish
we are the radicals
the future Bohemians
we are the artists
together
someday, we'll make it
we know
midwestern dreams won't hold us in
the dreams we share can take us somewhere
together
I always wondered what would happen
when we split apart
and now I know
we've got the bond that will hold forever
hold on, hold on...
we are the young ones
and the strong ones
we are alive
and someday we're going to travel the road
to our dreams
together
hold on...
- August 11, 1984, A.D.
