Lyrics: Bob Weir, John Barlow
Music: Bob Weir/Ratdog
One of the new Ratdog songs, introduced in mid-1999 and now released on their CD.
See also below for earlier versions of the lyrics.
The other night my soul hit the pavementNotes
And I looked up, and I didn't have eyes
Oh to see the beauty, joy and the tenderness
The reasons why a man's alive
Sometimes a darkness falls upon the spirit
And it gets dark like there ain't never been light
May be angels singing, but you don't want to hear it
That inner flame ain't burning so bright (note 1)
And you'll find no saints here
When the going gets this rough
But you may find grace
If you're lucky enough
Every love has a whole in the middle
Where the wickedness always survives
Eats at your soul, maybe just a little (note 2)
Then it gets as big as the night
Doesn't matter how much you show her
Sure don't matter what she's trying to show you
When you can't feel it, that love seems to scatter
And precious little gonna see you through
And we're going on faith here
And all of that kind of stuff
And even grace
If we're lucky enough
There's a line you can hold
Through the separateness and sin
Open up your soul
And let the sky fall in
The deepest journeys pass through the wilderness
The desert where the burning question resides
To taste the magic you must first suck the emptiness
From a cup that is always dry
Inside the silence, and total aridity (note 3)
Where the horizon is a perfect line
Lies a drop that precedes the humidity (note 4)
Of simple grace, that pours like wine
And you'll find no saints here
None of that kind of stuff
But you may find grace
If you're lucky enough
Lucky enough
Lucky enough
Ooh
Lucky enough
Well you may find grace
If you're lucky enough
Lucky enough
If you're lucky enough
If you're lucky enough
Well you may find grace
If you're lucky enough
If you're lucky enough
Well you may find grace
Ratdog Recordings | |||||
Date | Album | ||||
Sep 2000 | Evening Moods | Ratdog | |||
The other night my soul hit the pavement
I couldn't look up, didn't have eyes
To see the love, joy, and the tenderness
The reasons why a man's alive
Sometimes the darkness falls upon the spirit
It gets dark like there's never been light
And when it happens not much you can do for it
Except to wait till another day arrives
Going on faith and all that kind of stuff
And even grace if you're lucky enough
Every love has a hole in the middle of it
Where the wickedness always survives
Doesn't matter how much you show her
Doesn't matter what she shows you
You can feel it, love seems to scatter
Patience a long, long goodbye
So we're going on faith and all that kind of stuff
And even grace if we're lucky enough
Your deepest journeys pass through the wilderness
Where the emptiness resides
There's nothing next to the emptiness
From a cup that's always dry
Doesn't matter how much you show her
Doesn't matter how much she shows you
You can feel it, love starts to scatter
Patience a long long goodbye
So we're going on faith and all that kind of stuff
And even grace if you're lucky enough
Lucky enough
Lucky enough
Lucky enough
Lucky enough
[etc]