Seventies Bush

Seventies Bush

Now I don’t really want to cause a stir
But times have changed so much it’s all a blur
Sometimes it feels I slept a hundred years
Like Rip Van Winkle waking full of souvenirs

When I was a young fellow
People walked by and said hello
For old folks you’d gladly give your seat
And a neighbor was somebody you’d want to meet

No, it wasn’t perfect every day
But somehow we all found our own way
Somewhere along the winding road
We traded living life for overload

You can wax it, you can trim it
You can shape it, you can slim it
Wax it, shave it, make it look brand new
Till it hardly even looks like you
No matter how much we pull and push
Nothing beats that seventies bush

Now every meal’s a photograph
Every joke’s reviewed in half
Never without a camera or phone
Yet somehow we’ve never felt so alone

Too many laws and too much choice
Too many people with a louder voice
Everyone is a brand, and has an influence
Everybody’s talking, few make a difference

You can wax it, you can trim it
You can shape it, you can slim it
Wax it, shave it, make it look brand new
Till it hardly even looks like you

Maybe I’m just getting old
Every generation says the same, I’m told
I miss the rough-cut days
The crooked smiles, the simpler ways
When life’s best moments weren’t rehearsed
And being real always came first

Leave a little mess behind
Leave perfection off your mind
Every wrinkle, every scar
Made us all the way we are

No matter how much we pull and push
I know the magic hidden in that seventies bush
Please don’t ever let them change…
That seventies bush.