Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas.

Has it been five years ? Six ?

lt seems like a lifetime, the kind of peak that never comes again.

# Love is but a song we're singin' #

San Francisco in the middle '60s...

was a very special time and place to be a part of...

- but no explanation... - # We can make the mountains ring #

no mix of words or music or memories...

can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive...

in that corner of time in the world, whatever it meant.

# Though the bird is on the wing #

# And you may not know why #

There was madness in any direction...

- # Come on, people, now # - at any hour.

- # Smile on your brothers # - You could strike sparks anywhere.

# Everybody get together #

- # Try to love one another # - There was a fantastic universal sense...

that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.

And that, l think, was the handle.

# Some may come and some may go #

That sense of inevitable victory...

over the forces of old and evil.

Not in any mean or military sense-- we didn't need that.

Our energy would simply prevail.

We had all the momentum.

We were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.

- So now, less than five years later... - ## [ Continues ]

you can go up a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west...

and with the right kind of eyes...

you can almost see the high-water mark...

that place where the wave finally broke...

and rolled back.

- # Try to love one another right now ## - [ Waves Gently Crashing ]