I showed up in Tiger Town
Wearing a coat and shoes of brown
I was still a saddened soldier,
A wanderer, and a clown
I made fast friends with artists and liars
Troubadours, punks, and stone carvers
In this gritty city
Where the escarpment towers
As the gardens on the bayfront harbour flower
As the moon ensorcels with its arcane power
At a gallery off the beaten path
Where thinkers meet, to hone their craft
I remembered the dream that we all had
To color the world
In psychedelic plaid
To purge this culture
Of meaningless fads
To sharpen the purpose
of the talent we all have