The other day they waited, the sky was dark and faded,

On the rail at the Greek…

Solemnly they stated, “He has to die, you know he has to die.”

It was one of those moments so many have had…

All the children learnin’, from books that they were burnin’,

Eye contact with Garcia from 20 feet away…

Every leaf was turnin’, to watch him die, you know he had to die.

You knew what was coming…

The summer sun looked down on him,

Yet it was always new…

His mother could but frown on him,

I remember it as if it happened, well, is still happening…

And all the other sound on him,

Anything and everything is possible….

He had to die, you know he had to die.

Rest In Peace: Jerry Garcia