One Will Be the Highway

Almost empty in the Fillmore Ten or twelve who know the band look like they'll stay But I'll be on my way Heading back to work and days and morning Almost grabbed you for a photo Sprawled and laughing with the beers on empty tables And who would not be able To see that here was something to believe in It's too late to be wanting anything Besides what has to be Too late not to see That like any other it's a ride And one will be the highway that it drops us off beside We forget the need for soldiers For the sadness when a soldier has to die The tearful parent's eye Bringing into focus what needs watching How unlikely we should be here Free to take the other's hand with little danger Or leave it for a stranger Uncemented by the fear of losing It's too late to be wanting anything Besides what has to be Too late not to see That like any other it's a ride And one will be the highway this as well lies dead beside