Lyrics: John Barlow
Music: Bob Weir
I need a woman 'bout twice my ageNotes
A lady of nobility, gentility and rage
A splendour in the dark, lightning on the draw
Who'll go right through the book and break each and every law
I got a feelin'
And it won't go away, oh no
Just one thing and I'll be OK
I need a miracle every day
I need a woman 'bout twice my height
Statuesque, raven-tressed, a goddess of the night
A secret incantation, candle burning blue (note 1)
We'll consult the spirits, maybe they'll know what to do
And it's real
And it won't go away, oh no
Can't get around and I can't run away
I need a miracle every day
I need a woman 'bout twice my weight
A ton of fun who packs a gun with all that other freight
Find her in a side-show, leave her in LA
Ride her like a surfer riding on a tidal wave
And it's real
Believe what I say
Just one thing that I gotta say
I need a miracle very day
It takes dynamite to get me up
Too much of everything is just enough
One more thing that I gotta say
I need a miracle every day