When I was 17   I saw a magazine   It had those English Boys   Who had long hair   When I was on my own   They moved into my town   And I just called 'em up   And they'd be there      In 1969   I had a lousy time   I listened to the songs   Read letters sent from Nam      Now peace and love were gone   The tired soldiers home   Ideal society   Gunned down the 70s      Does it feel the same to you?   Why do you act the way you do?   Pack it up or pack it in   There's no excuse      Could the hands of time reverse?   Would we wake or take the ride   And again speak with one voice?      We knew each other well   Although we never met   Messages passed to tell   Equal respect      Coincidence recurred   I had to laugh a lot   One week hung up superb   Said maybe not      Does it feel the same to you?   Why do you act the way you do?   Pack it up or pack it in   There's no excuse      Could the hands of time reverse?   Would we wake or take the ride   And again speak with one voice?