We grew our hair long and tried

To forget about our comfortable past

There were no rules or ownership

We were all free or so we thought

Wes Banski was the first leave

Followed shortly after by Purple Sue

Wilma Jayne and Nelly Parks

The construction workers treated us well

And were for the most part respectful

As we were the only girls for many miles

Newton Issac was our unofficial leader

And was in charge of our money

He had been an accountant or so he said

And then one day he was not there

We had been left in our desert commune

With very little money and even less food

Cuba was no more just some shacks

Where once we had alternative dreams

Before I returned to Frisco I cut my hair

And stole some clothes from a vacant garden

I was presentable again a bit rough by presentable

My folks took me back in after a long lecture

And now I work in a real estate office

Where everybody just calls me Sally Anne





Lotus Flower