My Daughter the Dancing Bear.

Closed in her room listening to jerry’s band Kelly traveled in mind we fought to understand Wishing for the beach or dancing on a stage The bear beckoned her to run at a young age Sixteen for real but older she would feel Growing up on the road is no big deal Gone one night never looking back To catch the dancing bus and vanish from site Arrive at the show no ticket in hand To get miracled in to the fantasy land Getting high on music and feeling as one back on the road again with the morning sun The family grows as the shows go by Little do they know their families that cry Setting up camp in a field by night Washing in a pond would be allright peanut butter sandwich’s or the stew of the day Whatever it took to find the way Pack up the bus and join the caravan getting to the next show with pennies in hand Only a true deadhead could survive this life music and dancing bears shimmering at night The dead family on tour from coast to coast Never calling or writing those who love most The ones left behind wonder what have I done Is she alive or entered heavens kingdom Someday she’ll feel what we’ve been under afraid calling home will start the thunder As we sit at home and keep our lives normal The deadheads like life a little less formal One day a call of a baby bear dancing our way He is Winter miles a true miracle of this day miles on miles during the winter season Make his name unique for that reason The music and freedom flow deep inside A baby bears birth makes it hard to hide Finally home but never sitting for long Our traveler Kelly still lives by the song Still living in the past and no bus to ride She paints her body with scenes of pride The fun and music they made a lifestyle Will effect us all for quite a while Know there’s others to continue the trek While we try to get our lives back.