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