(Jorma Kaukonen)

I used to think, wherever I wandered,

Nothing would ever, ever come to woe;

But that's all gone now and I don't worry;

What's the future for me and my friends;

Well, I just don't know.

Cause living is with us until it is gone;

Once it has left us, the believers don't know;

But I'm still alive now and I don't worry;

When I go down, don't let me go slow!

If love was a word that no one could follow;

It was a message that was written in air;

I'd rather be lost now, than following nothing;

Than feeling and thinking, unable to care.

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