I always think of the Easy Rider film when I hear this. It really captures the feel of those times. A time of mysticism, back to nature and turning our backs on the war machine of capitalist greed that society have evolved into.
Ironically they immediately followed.
“Wasn’t Born To Follow”
And run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain
And wander through the forest, where the trees have leaves of prisms
And break the light in colors that no one knows the names of
And when it’s time I’ll go and wait beside a legendary fountain
Till I see your form reflected in its clear and jeweled waters
And if you think I’m ready, you may lead me to the chasm
Where the rivers of our vision flow into one another
I will want to dive beneath the white cascading waters
She may beg, she may plead, she may argue with her logic
And mention all the things I’ll lose
That really have no value in the end she will surely know
I wasn’t born to follow