1969

Lost in my youth coming from this old vinyl groovin the grooves and riding the vibes that take me back to 1969 Black lights, a strobe or two, share some smoke between me and you back to when, hair was in her hip huggers, my bell bottom jeans and we know what groovin means Puffed up hair, never square peace was love and love was peace and war was across the water When you were fresh and I was lost in you I close my eyes and I realize 1969 until the music stops and drops me back to now Flip the disc, and wish your worries away for at least until side B is thru download no mp3 for me no blue tooth ever since my youth vinyl is final You say look at this crazy old fool lost in the past oh how I wish it would last 1969 a time when I was yours and you were mine hip huggers and bell bottom jeans and we know what groovin means tmc