memories

Memories

Written in June 1968

In the midst of the memories of my misty-musty mind
Is a thought that I was thinkin' out of the blue
And if I con-cen-trate and think, and worry at my drink
With a little bit of pain I can force it through.

Underneath the top of my head there is a flow
Of thoughts of times and things and people and places
Of the friends that I have known and the money that I've blown
And myriads, endless numbers, of faces.

But it's escaped me now, that thought I couldn't catch
And it's hard to concentrate on my drinkin'
Maybe I should blow some pot, bend my brain and think a thought
But there aren't that many thoughts that are worth while thinkin'

It's a hard habit to break, all this endless dreamin'
And I can't think of any reason why I should
Underneath this great big sun, there's nothin' that needs to be done
And I'd stay this way for-ever if I could

People say I'm crazy, when I'm havin' fun
But they wouldn't laugh so loud if they only knew
If I could get off this dope, maybe then there'd be some hope
But I wouldn't be unhappy if I never do.

And they say I shouldn't drink, I should get an education
There are many thinks and places I don't know
But I'll have my fun and blow my mind, leave the normal world behind
And there ain't no place in particular I want to go.

Why should I tear my head with worrys, when right now I have so few?
Why should I work my young life away?
'Cause I've found my place in livin', I don't need forgivin'
I've found my slot in time and I'm gonna stay.