" The eastern world, it is explodin, Violence flarin, bullets loading. Your old enough to kill, but not for votin. You don't believe in war, but whats that gun yer totin? And you tell me, over and over and over again,ah you don't believe, we're on the eave of destruction?" I saw Barry McQuire on some PBS music special. He was fat, bald and had an earring, a man slipping into old age from the young singer of the 1960s. I guess we made it after all.