Woodstock

I dreamed last night that I was posting this song written by Joni Mitchell on my blog. In my dream it was the Crosby, Stills & Nash version, which has the words a little different ...



When I was young I believed that we were special in a good way, that we had the potential to make the world a better place. Now half the country is comprised of a would-be dictator's meat puppets. So disappointing.