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 passed the test   Just as well forget the rest   Half of what you saw was not yours to know   Let it go