[00:06.258]When you are gone I keep track of the time
[00:11.728]In my diary line by line
[00:15.072]And the past is behind
[00:18.149]It was so long ago
[00:21.414]When believing and beauty
[00:24.448]Celebrated the birth
[00:27.242]It was green, lovely green
[00:29.960]We could fly like milkweed
[00:35.915]But nowadays no one seems to care
[00:40.493]They laugh at me when I ride my bike
[00:45.086]Turn away in shame when I fly my kite
[00:53.961]I spend my Saturdays
[00:56.699]Alone in the mirror
[00:59.228]Arranging my hair
[01:02.008]In the end, what is there?
[01:05.024]To talk of passing time
[01:07.556]Should I turn off the TV?
[01:10.618]Or go to the race track
[01:13.634]And bet on the dogs
[01:16.196]And the weather is strange
[01:20.289]No summer this year
[01:23.008]In the days of the war
[01:26.841]But the Red Sox are winning
[02:02.024]But nowadays no one seems to care
[02:06.977]They laugh at me when I ride my bike
[02:11.650]Turn away in shame when I fly my kite
[02:20.524]I spend my Saturdays
[02:23.507]Alone in the mirror
[02:26.016]Arranging my hair
[02:28.494]In the end, what is there?
[02:31.588]To talk of passing time
[02:33.884]Shall I turn off the TV?
[02:37.227]Or go to the race track
[02:40.017]And bet on the dogs
[02:43.025]And the weather is strange
[02:46.868]No summer out here
[02:49.587]In the days of the war
[02:53.511]But the Red Sox are winning
[03:05.274]Let's make Boston America's number one baseball city!
[03:11.212]Hooray!
[03:12.403]Hooray!
[03:13.325]Kill the hippies!
[03:14.758]Kill the hippies!
[03:17.851]Kill the hippies!

When you are gone I keep track of the time
In my diary line by line
And the past is behind
It was so long ago
When believing and beauty
Celebrated the birth
It was green, lovely green
We could fly like milkweed
But nowadays no one seems to care
They laugh at me when I ride my bike
Turn away in shame when I fly my kite
I spend my Saturdays
Alone in the mirror
Arranging my hair
In the end, what is there?
To talk of passing time
Should I turn off the TV?
Or go to the race track
And bet on the dogs
And the weather is strange
No summer this year
In the days of the war
But the Red Sox are winning
But nowadays no one seems to care
They laugh at me when I ride my bike
Turn away in shame when I fly my kite
I spend my Saturdays
Alone in the mirror
Arranging my hair
In the end, what is there?
To talk of passing time
Shall I turn off the TV?
Or go to the race track
And bet on the dogs
And the weather is strange
No summer out here
In the days of the war
But the Red Sox are winning
Let's make Boston America's number one baseball city!
Hooray!
Hooray!
Kill the hippies!
Kill the hippies!
Kill the hippies!