MY TRIBE  

My tribe you see who I am
My tribe from Long Beach to Vietnam
All you good looking women
All you brooding young men
All you handsome lovers
I’d love to see you again 

My tribe so fine and free
Passed out on couches of eternity
Your faces shine like diamonds
In my dreams
Your beauty and your strangeness
Showed me what life can mean 

My tribe must you ask why?
I love you, no don’t ask why
I seen your ecstasies -
Did you say were you damned?  
Your songs keep coming back to me
From Port Arthur to the Sea of Japan 

My tribe hear my elegy
My tribe I sing for thee
Now you’re really scattered
To the ends of the earth
But nothing really matters now
But death… and rebirth 

My tribe, you see who I am