Take the ferry
to Morocco
Get lost in a bazaar
And never pay back
our school loans
We'll grow our dreads
Start listening to
The Grateful Dead again
But for real this time
Live under the palms
Spin fire to keep our bon
smoking
And I'll change my name
to Tree
And I'll call you my old lady
We'll protest Viet Nam
And take drugs
Before we knew that
they'd be bad for us
And we'll make love
Like they used to
Back in the Cold War days,
when you didn't know
when the world would end
But it would probably be soon