Faraway seventies

Taking a break from the real life
And hanging around somewhere upon the hills out of town
A pretty girl and my guitar
Spending all day with her, enjoying the liberator sound

She came dressed in white
With flowers in her hair, saying "we're home now"
Friends, music and a good wine
The montains were such a lively place to escape from the world around

I got up with the sunlight
When I realized that it was all a dream, that hedonism I'll never live
Where are those old good vibes?
I was born at the wrong place, at the wrong time