It's been years since anything changed
Everything is closed in a sleeping bag
With a finger, how many cars I stopped
How many border stops I endured

I loved Satisfaction by the Stones
And Come on baby light my fire by the Doors
I listened to Penny Lane for hours and hours

The echo of concerts returns to me
The water inside the sleeping bag returns to me
All around, the fires have now gone out
Only a pale color remains
The music dies

Parco Lambro, Woodstock, the Isle of Wight
How many strange people I met on the road
I traveled around Europe from London to Amsterdam
On the road again, my generation

It's been years since anything changed
Everything is closed in a sleeping bag
With a finger, how many cars I stopped
How many border stops I endured

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