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