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 Ä MiSTiGRiS SAUCE00Grace Grateful DeadMiSTiGRiS/RAiD20940904