1968

90 minutes from manhattan
I was born in 96
I grew up on the east end
And it sure felt like the sticks

But I miss the laurel canyon
Of 1968
They left new york city
But I'm 50 years too late

When I was a young girl
I got on my first plane
Down to Huntsville, Alabama
I could barely spell my name

Now I miss the crescent city
And the magic in the air
Oh, life was slow and easy
The one night I spent there

Now I have friends in Bushwick
A few in Jersey too
But they all work too much now
Like rent is always due

But I miss Greenwich village
And playing old folk songs
Planning the resistance
Long before my folks were born

I miss cities I've never been to
And friends I've never met
Romanticize and daydream
It'll all come round again



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Writer(s): Delaney Hafener
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