Covering Hallowed Ground

I was taking in the haight
 With a guest from l.a.
 Wearin underwears
 Like a hat on my head.
 The spirit of the sixties
 Was all around
 From high on hippie hill
 We surveyed the sacred ground.
 Covering hallowed ground.
 Well, I was south of the slot
 By closing time
 My black leather chaps
 Afloat the crystalline tide.
 I wheelied down an alley
 That shined with lube
 Checked the ghost of sylvester
 By the light of the man on the moon.
 Covering hallowed ground.
 When daybreak broke
 I hit the beach but found no sand,
 Though saints peter and paul
 Were close at hand.
 A screamer bared his knife
 And drew a fleet of black and whites -
 A book he d written, way back when,
 Had changed my life.