Back into the present, it`s different since I`ve been away:
War and desolation, it`s getting worse with every day:
Even back in thirteen fifty-eight
People had to fight to keep things straight.
Waiting in the disco, tell my friends just what I`ve seen,
They won`t believe my story when I tell them where I`ve been:
Smoke and lights and music blow my mind
Must go somewhere quiet to unwind.
