Nineteen Seventy Four
There was a mixture of politics
A near ending of war

There was a freedom to be had
But, not easily had
Not with all the political bores

There was a reason to live
To catch the sun's rays
And to smell the flowers that were blooming

There was a reason to not say goodbye
To say hello to new experiences
The kind others were having

Yes, you could cry in 1974
But, I'm not sure why you'd want to
Reagan wasn't even president yet