You All (Nostalgia For Nothing)

I remember you all out there, From years ago, Wild boys and girls, callow and callous too— I do remember, but only what I can stand. I see how you all, my hopes, got fat while I got thin And so we kept (and keep) ourselves off-balance As if to stay like we always were... I guess I feel some anger yet And feel no desire to forgive all things or everyone— Why don't I? I just don't... Nixon's soldiers never killed us enough Though they blew us off and blew us away with sufficient ease. I remember Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, like yesterday, Sometimes with Joni Mitchell thrown in, for free... How could we lose? What things are left that can make us blush? You know there's some, even though we know We're about as sensitive as a cow's nose Or a badger's brash posterior. Repetition and distinction, What have we here after all?