New Potato Caboose - Grateful Dead

Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born

Black Madonna two eagles hang against a cloud

Sun comes up blood red wind yells among the stone

All graceful instruments are known

When the windows all are broken and your love’s become a toothless crone

When the voices of the storm sound like a crowd

Winter morning breaks, you’re all alone

The eyes are blind, blue visions, all a seer can own

And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud

This ground on which the seed of love is sown

All graceful instruments are known