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