Robert Hunter



Everything

Everything has come to life again

No one doubted but the ice got thin

What came too soon was so hard to keep

So full a harvest it was hard to reap



There were days

Seemed just like the walls would crumble

Shoot from the hip and pray for trouble

Stone-cold sober and seeing double

How that midnight band could ramble

Taking mansions and leaving shambles



Remember other times and places

Last night's dance

The glowing faces

All the lights the shadows in the hall

Seeking higher peaks from which to fall



Remember we were telling you

that time would stop and nations fall

Now we find the lies come true

Can you tell me, tell me, tell me

What are we to do?



Because the good old days

Those good old days are all dead and gone

Good-bye and bless them all, every one

What was true has passed the test

Just as well forget the rest

Half of what you saw was not yours to know

Let it go