Flower Child

I think there was an accident
And I was born late
Growing up as a kid
I felt out of place
And I played to much Dylan
My friends didn’t get him
They say he couldn’t sing
But it sounded like Heaven to me
You make me wanna go back in time
Naked at Woodstock, covered in mud
You make me wanna close my eyes
And sway back and forth on an
Assortment of drugs
You make me feel free
And wild, flower child
While the world is a factory, an assembly line
You’re a calico dress drying in the sunshine
And I’m not a robot
Because robots can’t dream
I knew it the moment
You made love to me like you do
You make me wanna go back in time
Naked at Woodstock, covered in mud
And sway back and forth on an
Assortment of drugs
You make me feel free
And wild, flower child
I see it in my head
I hitched a ride with a friend
Hopped out of a van
And you were standing there
Hendrix was playing
But we didn’t care
We made our own music
With the smoke in the air
And we sang «Make love, not war»
And we were not even bored
But I remember where I was
When Kennedy was shot
Maybe I’m an old soul
And maybe I’m not
Maybe I’m forever young
You make me wanna go back in time
Naked at Woodstock, covered in mud
You make me wanna close my eyes
And sway back and forth on an
Assortment of drugs
You make wanna go back in time
Naked at Woodstock, splashing in mud
You make wanna close my eyes
And sway back and forth
To a circle of drums
You make me feel free
And wild, flower child
You make me feel fre
And wild, flower child