Robert Hunter Everything Everything has come to life again No one doubted but the ice got thin What came too soon was so hard to keep So full a harvest it was hard to reap There were days Seemed just like the walls would crumble Shoot from the hip and pray for trouble Stone-cold sober and seeing double How that midnight band could ramble Taking mansions and leaving shambles Remember other times and places Last night's dance The glowing faces All the lights the shadows in the hall Seeking higher peaks from which to fall Remember we were telling you that time would stop and nations fall Now we find the lies come true Can you tell me, tell me, tell me What are we to do? Because the good old days Those good old days are all dead and gone Good-bye and bless them all, every one What was true has pa**ed the test Just as well forget the rest Half of what you saw was not yours to know Let it go