Gone Are The Broken Eyes We Saw Through In Dreams

gone are the days
we stopped to decide
where we should go.
we just ride.
gone are the broken eyes
we saw through in dreams.
gone both dream and lie.
life may be
sweeter for this,
i don't know.
feels like it
might be alright.
while Lady Lullaby
sings plainly for you,
love still rings true.
midnight on a carousel ride
reaching for the gold ring
down inside.
never could reach
it just slips away
but I try.

--Grateful Dead
(from "Crazy Fingers")