Groovy pop culture, overflowing ecstatic love.
Peace – tells it like it is.
Rock and roll and hippie beads,
boss to the jiveof the underground– never found.
Time, radio, and TV. How can they relate to me?
Swirly colors not they see. I am he but we are not together.
Oh, when you’re tripping, you gotta let go.
When you’re tripping, they move real slow.
When you’re tripping, oh, oh, oh,
When you’re tripping, aww, you gotta let go.
Symbiotic souls as one, laying under the same sun.
Same land and air and water space.
No one sees through my face.
Cameras and politics, still they never get my kicks.
Yeah, ’cause when you’re tripping, you gotta let go.
When you’re tripping, they move real slow.
When you’re tripping, oh, oh, oh,
When you’re tripping, aww, you gotta let go.
Family and kids have I. Can’t wait ‘till they learn to fly.
Oh, but will they feel the same pain as I…did?
When will humans learn to grow?
To understand what they don’t know?
To live for fun and not for show?
Yeah, ’cause when you’re tripping, they move real slow.
When you’re tripping, you gotta let go.
When you’re tripping, uh, uh, uh,
When you’re tripping, yeah you gotta let go.