Deadhead Epilogue

Now that Crazy-Fingered rain Has begun to fall The Terrapins have all left the Station, Will we remember in joy The Dreamtime they made, As we wind our ways home In respectful elation? I do believe that Allah sang the blues When the fat man that showed us all a good time Left to join Black Peter, Stephen All those Circumstantial Saints. Now He's Gone, to that Brokedown Palace On Shakedown Street, Where Janice sings and Picasso paints. Uncle John has herded all his children home, Where Browneyed Women pet China Cats Come in from the sunflower fields. Got to get back Truckin' on, Back to those Lazy Gates Where all the secrets wait To be revealed. Somewhere still the kids all dance And shake their bones, In some Cosmic band the Master plays; The stars spin dizzy and the candles drip They all Love Each Other And their Captain Trips. So may we all meet together on The Golden Road, All prophets, all poets, all lovers and friends; Where the Scarlet Begonias and Sugar Magnolias Will all bloom alive in our memories again And the Dark Star will shine As the great Riddle unwinds, Our day at last over and done. Remember, dear travelers, all roads have an end; The last card must be drawn and dropped. Still the sweet sounds linger on, as always they will, For the Music Never Stopped.