So does it all start to seem
like shadows
Or does it all start to seem
more real?
Do the lines get more blurry
Between what you see and
what you feel?
And does it all become really
just a world of pain
So much so that you want to let
it all go?
And would you do it all again,
And what about it should we know?
Winners out, everything back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d all wish we could get up so high
Once I got up quick over
your shoulder
Tipped it back in before you could
get off the ground
We'd shoot all night and listen
to the sufferers
Partake ourselves when there
was no one else around
And one time I beat you
one-on-one
And all you said was, All right,
let's do it again
I wish there was something I could
say to you like that
right now
Instead of I guess I'll be seeing you,
my friend
Winners out, everything back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d all wish we could get up so high
Who's going to take that last shot and why?
Who wants that ball in his hands?
And who is it that you're really playing for?
Yourself, the others, or those clowns
in the stands?
And when that ball rolls away someone has
to go get it
Beyond the halo of the lights all is black
You can't see nothing out into that darkness
And if you venture out there there ain't no telling if
you'll ever come back
Winners out, everything back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d all wish we could get up so high
Well back then hardly no one else
was knowing
That you should be praying
to asphalt gods
Now there’s too many coaches
and there ain’t no miracles
Just the percentages and beating
the odds
Not in the wind, not in the quake
But in some small still quiet space
Not in the words, not in the grace
In the laughter and the bones
of your hollow face
Winners out, everything back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d all wish we could get up so high
Be quick but don’t hurry, the old coach said
For when you hurry you make mistakes
The subtle rules the dense, and you must endure
Your going forth as your coming hence
Nothing has changed, nothing at all
Said my hoopster from his deathbed
I have all the time in the world
I have all the time in the world
Winners out, everything back
Game is to eleven
Doctor heal me, Magic trick me
Black Jesus whirl me to heaven
If Sidney Moncrief could really fly
We’d all wish we could get up so high
Hey, Dave we were driveway legends
Hey, Dave, we were driveway legends
Hey, Dave, we were driveway legends
We had all the time in the world
Hey, Dave, we were driveway legends
Hey, Dave, we were driveway legends
We had all the time in the world
All the time in the world
Be quick but don’t hurry
You have all the time in the world
Sky the color of the ashes
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
If you could see the world through Brian's eyes
Each morning there would be a new sunrise
It rises for the foolish
It shines for the wise
Those who find a place for God
In all that they recognize
Every step a dance
No being so delighted in movement
Can't you imagine being a boy?
This is the genius of joy
What's the good of sleeping
When there's so much to do?
Wide awake at first light
Every day to start anew
A world to begin again
In merry eyes of blue
He understands the
worth
Of talismans and charm
To influence events
And forestall harm
And maybe only the bottom
of the ninth
As reason for alarm
Every moment another chance
To see something that's never
been seen
An actor in the new creation
Quicksilver and amphetamine
Can't you imagine being a boy?
This is the genius of joy
What's the good of sleeping
When there's so much to do?
Wide awake at first light
Every day to start anew
A world to create again
In merry eyes of blue
All you have to do is watch
long enough
One day you're sure to see the wind
Keep your eyes wide open
It's bound to come around again
And it might invite you where it's going
You can tell it where you've been
Feed a bobcat some goldfish
Tame it with a glance
Know every moment
As another last chance
Can't you imagine being a boy?
This is the genius of joy
What's the good of sleeping
When there's so much to do?
Wide awake at first light
Every day to start anew
A world to create again
In merry eyes of blue
So come tripping down the stairs
Combing back your golden hair
Remarking how the nighttime flies
Yes, it's morning already again
Will you be married?
Will you be rich?
Whatever will be, will be
Yet you begin until you end
Go always toward where happiness lies
Seek in the familiar reason for surprise
Know that no heavenly body
in celestial skies
Matches the glory of first light
in Brian's eyes
Can't you imagine being a boy?
This is the genius of joy
What's the good of sleeping
When there's so much to do?
Wide awake at first light
Every day to start anew
A world to create again
In merry eyes of blue
