There's a darkness upon me that's flooded in light In the fine print they tell me what's wrong and what's right There's a darkness upon me that's flooded in light And I'm frightened by those that don't see it
The road is long With many a winding turn That leads us to who knows where Who knows where But I'm strong Strong enough to carry him He ain't heavy, he's my brother
So on we go His welfare is of my concern No burden is he to bear We'll get thereFor I know He would not encumber me He ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all I'm laden with sadness That everyone's heart Isn't filled with the gladness Of love for one another
Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battle raged high And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms
This garden universe vibrates complete Some may get a sound so sweet Vibrations reach on up to become light And then through gamma, out of sight
Between the eyes and ears there lie The sounds of color and the light of a sigh And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe
But it's all around if we could but perceive To know ultra violet, infra-red and X-rays Beauty to find in so many ways
Two notes of the chord, that's our full scope But to reach the chord is our life's hope And to name the chord is important to some So they give a word and the word is Om
And I know the blind will sometimes lead the blind And I know through shadow lands and troubled times And I know forsaking love, we see it's a sign And I know of truths forever hid behind Static on the radio Everything I think I know is just static on the radio
Some would say that we forced our words And we find that ingenuously churlish. Words are just words. Don't be so pessimistic, weak and girlish. We like strong, happy people Who don't think there's something wrong with pride, Work makes them free And we spread that freedom far and wide.
...And they all pretend they're orphans And their memory's like a train You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream...
We could just go home right now Or maybe we could stick around For just one more drink, oh yeah Get another bottle out Lets shoot the shit Sit back down For just one more drink, oh yeah
Here's to us, here's to love Here's to all the times that we fucked up Here's to you, fill the glass 'Cause the last few days have kicked my ass So lets give 'em hell Wish everybody well, here's to us, here's to us
Now, the roving gambler he was very bored Trying to create a next world war He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before But yes, I think it can be very easily done We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun And have it on Highway 61"
