(T. Bachman)
Your aspirations glew like flies
You took the planet by surprise
You truly believed
But of course you'd been deceived
It's an age of alienation
Of a downbeat generation
So much for liberation
It looks like rain to me
In a drug infected haze
You attacked the bourgeois ways
And felt so relieved
But consider what you leave
(Chorus)
I loved but knew not who
Belonged, but not to you
I'm a man of modern hue
Like an Indian summer sky
I can kiss this dream goodbye
So long to the blue
There's a shadow over you
(Chorus)
It's an age of your creation
Of a disunited nation