| I’m out doin' the usual places |
| And I’m livin' it, like young |
| Then I dig me this face of all faces |
| She’s the craziest, like young |
| She drinks coffee at Café Espresso |
| She reads Kerouac, like young |
| She goes where all the angry young men go |
| Recites poetry, like young |
| We start blowin' the pad about lovin' |
| And we’re homin' it, like now |
| We spin records on cloud number seven |
| And she’s reaching me, like wow |
| He’s all unstrung 'cause man |
| She’s got him feelin' like young |
| If she were to frosh him and go |
| He’s startin' to wear his hair again |
| Just like a square again |
| I keep a getting' the kookiest notion |
| I think maybe it’s like love |
| I’ve been feelin' a crazy emotion |
| I think baby, it’s like love |
| Now we’re ridin' a rainbow to Cloudsville |
| And we’re makin' it like young |
| Love, soft as April snow |
| Love, warm as candle glow |
| Love, love is easy go |
| Now we’re ridin' a rainbow to Cloudsville |
| And we’re makin' it like young |
| Now we’re ridin' a rainbow to Cloudsville |
| And we’re makin' it like young |