Flower Child

I spent last night sitting on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Reminiscing ‘bout the times not so long ago
When we walked down Polk Street in San Francisco
We danced with red devils and caught the streetcars home
If home is where the heart is that’s where I want to go

It crossed my mind that I was born in wrong time for me
I see myself a flower child and a blissful happy hippie
I’d lie on the grass in the Golden Gate Park
And watch the lollipop faces streaming by
I’d build the world a brand new home and furnish it with love
I’d be sitting in the morning sun
Sitting when the evening come
Just sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time