“The Tide is High on 14th Street”

What is this? A summer time of epic proportions?
Oh, I laugh to hear this.
We were so free. When we swung our fists to a slow beat.
The rhythm found in our hearts. You did not believe me then.
Some early 2000 year, a guitar in one hand, imagination in the other.
If only we could recreate the magic that was inspired.
If only we could show the world what we’re really made of.
If only we could have had the right tools.
If only we weren’t so afraid.
If only I wasn’t so afraid,
The world could know what we’re made of.