Rocks Lament

All pale and staring at the stage… Do you see that scar – I was there in 64… Do you hear that sound is as good now as it was then… Do you see the kids… We were so young back then… Sweet smells around the sage sends my mind back stage to a place so far away… I wonder if the message is the same? I wonder if the dope still has the same effect? I wonder if that mirror is wrong? All too few the times – all too predictable the rhymes… Black turned grey and rock turned oldies…