Beautiful

My first plane ride, Mom and I, Pacific bound
To see her best friend, to see a hippie town

We searched the window from our tin can in the sky
then she whispered to the desert rolling by

Isn’t this beautiful? This is the way to live
Isn’t this beautiful? You’re gonna remember this

We rode to Napa, the wind was whipping all the way
In a ragtop back seat on a California day

They went to Oakland just to hear the Rolling Stones
I jumped bed to bed in a room of my own

I was happy as a boy could ever be
I remember what my Mama said to me

Isn’t this beautiful? This is the way to live
Isn’t this beautiful? You’re gonna remember this

On a street in Frisco we saw two men holding hands
I came to know, I was that kind of man
Sting of shame, all alone in my own skin
Mom just looked at me and then she looked at them

Aren’t they beautiful? This is the way to live
Aren’t they beautiful? You’re gonna remember this

Aren’t you beautiful?
Aren’t we beautiful?
Remember this