(Jorma Kaukonen) I used to think, wherever I wandered, Nothing would ever, ever come to woe; But that's all gone now and I don't worry; What's the future for me and my friends; Well, I just don't know. Cause living is with us until it is gone; Once it has left us, the believers don't know; But I'm still alive now and I don't worry; When I go down, don't let me go slow! If love was a word that no one could follow; It was a message that was written in air; I'd rather be lost now, than following nothing; Than feeling and thinking, unable to care.
