## [ Pop: Mid-Tempo ]
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas.
Has it been five years ? Six ?
lt seems like a lifetime, the kind of peak that never comes again.
# Love is but a song we're singin' #
San Francisco in the middle '60s...
was a very special time and place to be a part of...
- but no explanation... - # We can make the mountains ring #
no mix of words or music or memories...
can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive...
in that corner of time in the world, whatever it meant.
# Though the bird is on the wing #
# And you may not know why #
There was madness in any direction...
- # Come on, people, now # - at any hour.
- # Smile on your brothers # - You could strike sparks anywhere.
# Everybody get together #
- # Try to love one another # - There was a fantastic universal sense...
that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
And that, l think, was the handle.
# Some may come and some may go #
That sense of inevitable victory...
over the forces of old and evil.
Not in any mean or military sense-- we didn't need that.
Our energy would simply prevail.
We had all the momentum.
We were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.
- So now, less than five years later... - ## [ Continues ]
you can go up a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west...
and with the right kind of eyes...
you can almost see the high-water mark...
that place where the wave finally broke...
and rolled back.
- # Try to love one another right now ## - [ Waves Gently Crashing ]