English Boys

When I was 17 I saw a magazine It had those English boys who had long hair When I was on my own they moved into my town and I just called 'em up and they'd be there In 1969 I had a lousy time I listened to the songs read letters sent from Nam Now peace and love were gone the tired soldiers home Ideal society gunned down the seventies Does it feel the same to you? Why do you act the way you do? Pack it up or pack it in There's no excuse Could the hands of time reverse? Would we wake or take the ride and again speak with one voice? We knew each other well although we never met Messages pa*sed to tell equal respect Coincidence recurred I had to laugh a lot One week hung up superb said maybe not