I Saw A Hippie Girl On 8th Ave

I saw a hippie girl on 8th Avenue
She barely looked at me for a second or two
And I suddenly realized I no longer look much like a hippie

She had a long thin dress and rainbow clothes
Not long ago, I wore one of those
But now these days I guess I don't dress very much like anything

I had a great pair of bell bottoms, 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
And I still hate deodorant and I still sing songs
But over the years I've noticed
I'm not dressing as colourfully and psychadelic as I used to

'Cause I wore my tie dyes until they rotted to shreds
And I can no longer follow The Grateful 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
Is that what 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