River the color of the sky
Didn’t come here expecting answers
So there’s no sense asking why
Didn’t come here expecting answers
So all I’ll do is say goodbye
But who will keep the rhythm for us?
Who will keep the time?
Some will rock, and some will roll
Need do both to save your soul
And as for what beauty is
That I still don’t know
We crossed that bridge when we
came to it
And we got to the other side
A girl with a flower in her hair was
pouring clear blue fire
She did it so beautifully I finally broke
down and cried
She asked if I was okay, and I said yeah
It was just that a friend of mine had died
We threw roses in the river
And watched him go out with the tide
Now who will keep the rhythm for us
Who will keep the time?
Some will rock, and some will roll
Need do both to save your soul
And as for what beauty is
That I still don’t know
Make haste slowly
Is something the wise used to say
Don’t know if it’s something that’s still said
But it’s still true today
For the quick and for the grateful dead
And for all the sojourners along the way
“People scare me and I seem to scare them
I guess that means we’re even
I’ve only ever felt comfortable in the company of artists, writers, and musicians
So where is Satchmo when you need him?
Music is the only thing that’s ever been mine
I rebelled against everything, and I stayed with my own kind”
Now who will keep the rhythm for us?
Who will keep the time?
Some will rock, and some will roll
Need do both to save your soul
And as for what beauty is
That I still don’t know
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