Born in 67

He was born in '67 In the middle of a bushy grass In the garden where the milky flowers grow Shining so bright He was born in '67 Looking calmly at the sky And he still recalls his freedom days He looks for shining stars And his heart was filled with passion He was hungry for the world There was laughter everywhere he looked The air of rock'n'roll And his childhood was so crazy It was dying for every step He spent hours with his friends outside No mobiles and no web You know he's feeling all alone He was born in '67, Rome Ooh, and I know, I know I'm here Ooh, and the times are fast and wild Ooh, but I want to ride to final grace Oh, for the view still on my mind Oh, for the view still on my mind He was born in '67 Where the great bands start their song And the music was the heart and soul Of everybody's world He was born in '67 With The Beatles' rockin' tracks When the Sgt. Pepper's club was born With all the lonely hearts Now the clocks are ticking faster And pollution fills the air It's so hard to find one friendly soul In the ocean of despair And I know that the time is flowing Won't be younger anymore He thinks of all his friends out there Do they hear the same old song? You know he's feeling all alone He was born in '67, Rome Ooh, and I know, I know I'm here Ooh, and the times are fast and wild Ooh, but I want to ride to final grace Oh, for the view still on my mind Oh, for the view still on my mind Now the world is going crazy There's no time to feel the blues And computers count his days and nights He's nothing but confused And he knows that the fire is burning He knows that he's losing now He thinks of all the girls out there He misses their eyes He was born in '67 With no knowledge of this world Intuition was his only friend And music was his hope He was born in '67 Generation of free love And he feels the rhythm in his blood There's nowhere else to go