Grace I saw your face in the crowd with Mr Mace carrying a smile doesn t leave a trace it ain t that loud so you ve set your pace you ll stay awhile you start to cry for a long long while river flowing from an eye you waste away soon to die your life set on trial so start to lie you ll stop the spray see this hand on the edge of the ledge merging with the land so very far below only in demand by those who stuff the wedge on goes the sand showing life what she ll know your name you sign a dream now dried ready to serve a fine for what who knows but I said it s mine watch the sunnied blood a silent machine slowly slowly it grows Grateful Dead MiSTiGRiS