Where Have Those Days Gone

Took a trip to California to see where those old days are gone
And the girl that went with them — curiosity, that’s all I swear I swear
In Mendocino County thought I saw Thomas Pynchon at the end of the bar
But that’s just Rob Brezsny writing his Real Astrology column
Headed up the coast with my only Jewish Mexican friend
Found a bar in Arcata it was the means to an end
In the alley for a smoke got beat up by some aryan goons
Lying in my blood I said «Hey Juan does this mean I’m still a gringo?»
Where have those days gone
Where have those days gone
Where have those days gone
So we crawled towards the ocean through brambles of olallieberry thorns
While blue lights they flailed, sirens wailed, we were ripped and we were torn
Don’t know why we were hiding, never could make that girl wanna stay
It all made sense to me then, it’s curiosity that’s all I swear