Covering Hallowed Ground

I was taking in the haight

With a guest from l.a.

Wearin underwears

Like a hat on my head.

The spirit of the sixties

Was all aroundFrom high on hippie hill

We surveyed the sacred ground.

Covering hallowed ground.Well, I was south of the slot

By closing time

My black leather chaps

Afloat the crystalline tide.

I wheelied down an alley

That shined with lubeChecked the ghost of sylvester

By the light of the man on the moon.

Covering hallowed ground.When daybreak broke

I hit the beach but found no sand,

Though saints peter and paul

Were close at hand.A screamer bared his knife

And drew a fleet of black and whites -

A book he d written, way back when,

Had changed my life.