I saw a hippy girl on 8th avenue She barely looked at me for a second or two And I suddenly realized I no longer looked much like a hippy mmmmm
She had a long thin dress and rainbow clothes Not long ago I wore one of those But now-a-days I guess I don't very much like anything mmmmm
I had a great pair of bellbottoms, I had two My friend borrowed one and the other I outgrew And now to the eye I'm turning into another non-descript guy
But I still travel light and my hair is still long I still hate deoderant and I still sing songs But over the years I've noticed I'm not dressing as colourfully and psychedelic as I used to
'Cause I wore my tye-dyes until they rotted to shreds And I can no longer follow The Greatful Dead And it's gotten to the point where I don't even identify with most Phish fans anymore
And someday soon I know I'll cut my hair And a week after that I know I won't even care It's how it all comes to all along Everything that you feel will one day feel wrong
I was talking to my friend Eric Just to see what he thunk And he said "Jeff, it's weird But I no longer look like a punk" I guess we don't need our clothes for an identity crutch And we looked at each other and we didn't look like much And we looked out at the world like a movie theatre At all the hippies and the punks and the skinheads and the skaters And someday or other maybe sooner or later they'll come to the realization That what's important is whether you can carry on a human conversation It's not what you wear on the outside It's how you think and feel on the inside.