Long Way from California

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

I came of age in the sixties and I’ve ridden on a wave of peace and love,
And I never liked the fighting, and when it got down to where it was push led to shove,
I’d take a hike.
I see you now, your guitar in hand,
Singing songs about how to bring peace to the land,
But I’m telling you, friend, it ain’t gonna go
Till both sides sing the same song.

We’re a long ways away from California,
And the Flower Children got lost behind the war.
Too many a friend has fallen to the deadly hand of hate and fear,
And the peace songs aren’t working over here.

Sure, you’ve been through Vietnam with a front-row seat to the insanity,
But all your wars are far away and nobody’s shooting at your family
Or your home:
In Sarajevo and Panama, Guatemala, Colombia, El Salvador,
Somalia, Central Africa, and where the Green Line has been drawn.

We’re a long ways away from California,
And the Flower Children got lost behind the war.
Too many a friend has fallen to the deadly hand of hate and fear,
And the peace songs aren’t working over here.

Now you look me in the eye and you wonder what heresy this could be,
But in the spirit of the song is there power enough to bring an end to war
Or even to change your mind?
The reward of revenge is a river of tears
As the cries for mercy fall on stone-deaf ears.
Will we close this age with fists of rage and die while these madmen reign?

We’re a long ways away from California,
And the Flower Children got lost behind the war.
Too many a friend has fallen to the deadly hand of hate and fear,
And the peace songs aren’t working over here.

Too many a friend has fallen to the deadly hand of hate and fear,
And the peace songs aren’t working over here—
No, the peace songs aren’t working over here.




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