Leaves drift over the pool’s surface
And all the freaks are out of sight
Now the light is here.
This is where we were,
when the orange sunshine came and
Blew our minds. The set was
Cool and the chicks a real blast.
Zappa wailed and it was beautiful.
But that bird has flown. And all that remains,
now the music’s over and the children
are sleeping, is dead grass and spilt cats.