WHERE ARE THOSE DAYS?
Copyright 2001 by Grant Carrington
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I have spent so much of my life searching,
Walking streets and alleys, cities and towns, learning.
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Once there was music and it was free;
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People dancing in the streets, you and me.
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Where are those days when we ruled the land
Getting it together, walking hand in hand?
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They're gone. They're gone.
Walking down the highway, trying to find the shore
Where we can be together, water brothers once more.
Riding the wave, living the time,
Feeling vibrations, both deep and sublime.
Where are those days when we held our heads so high
Brothers and sisters, together, you and I?
They're gone. They're gone.
So I walk the country, trying to find my friends.
Some resigned and some are gone; they broke and could not bend.
But once in a while I meet another spark
And we talk the night away, just pushing back the dark,
Knowing that those days some day shall return
And we'll march together and the fires will burn
They're coming back. They're coming back, my friend.
I can see them now, waiting round the bend.
Come on, people, get it all together now.
We're gonna make it, yeah. We'll make it somehow.
Sisters, lovers.
Water brothers.
Come on, everybody, and get it on.