Jorma Kaukonen)





Well, you hope the road you follow,

will lead you to the sea;

And you hope the time allows you,

to start to livin' free;



But when the world is busy,

and the way is hard to see;



When tomorrow comes,

Will you remember?



When the time you've got to wander,

it's slippin' by your side;

And the way you're tryin' to move,

into the future makes you slide,

into corners without exits,

till you try to find a ride;



When tomorrow comes,

Will you remember?



Now don't you know the world don't care,

just what we're livin' through;

Its spinnin' just keeps takin' you for rides;

Don't you know you've gotta keep on fightin' through;

The last frontier is flying deep inside!



Well, the last ship in the harbor,

is sailin' on the tide;

And your papers are in order,

So you'd better get inside;

The broad horizon's ready,

and your world is open wide;



When forever comes,

you'll still remember.



Copyright 1973 A Fishobaby Production