Rebuild
Those -Eyed
Renew those lonely head
tide -eyed days
When we were back in school
Rebellious teens in faded jeans,
we were scandalous and cool
With a fluency for truancy,
we could vanish in thin air
As the tenured teacher overlooked
another empty chair
We would slip on out to
Hooker's
Mill, our secret hideaway
Seeking higher education,
the experiential way
Hooker's
Mill, the rolling meadows
Hooker's
Mill, with grass so green
Hooker's
Mill may not be heaven,
but it's the closest that I've seen
Hooker's
Mill, the place to run to
Hooker's
Mill to clear your mind
Just buzz on by for a homegrown high
And leave all your cares be hind
Man, those were the best of times,
we were young and wild and free
If only things could just go back
to the way they used to be
To the days when we were not
afraid to exercise free will
To the days of independence
best declared at
Booker's
Mill
Where teenage truants huddled
underneath the tall oak trees
While the smell of burning contraband
escaped into the breeze
Where red eyes masked
by mirrored shades
Could watch the world go by
Remember hanging lines at
Hooker's
Mill
Skipping school and getting high
Hooker's
Mill, the rolling meadows
Hooker's
Mill, with grass so green
Hooker's
Mill, may not be heaven
But it's the closest that I've seen
Hooker's
Mill, the place to run to
Hooker's
Mill to clear your mind
Just buzz on by for a homegrown high
And leave all your cares behind