captain_phil | In honor of what would have been Jerry Garcia's Birthday... (Reply)

I never knew you, but then who really did
If you were at all like me,
you managed to keep yourself hid

A patchwork quilt of a life,
memories embroidered on your soul

So please forgive me, for putting you in my song

But the spirit moves me,
In fact she pushes me along
It's a patchwork quilt of a life,

can't stop the river, just let it roll

We were at Jones Beach when we got the word

Saddest sound that I've ever heard

The bluest note that nobody could play
Ravens sang with us that night on the stage

Tears of sadness, tears of rage
But nobody spoke, we all felt old and in the way

So walk beside me, or above me I don't know

These days, it sure seems, I'm lost wherever I go

"God, how could you," I heard somebody say

"What do we do with our lives now, anyway

Now that our North Star can no longer be found"

There's a banjo moon in a tie dyed sky

Hippies dance and babies cry
Church bells ring as a silver haired angel looks down

And the blood of his music
runs through the veins of our guitars
Bright lights, dark star

I never knew you, but then who really did
If you were at all like me,

you managed to keep yourself hid