The Night Bobby Fell

The Night Bobby fell, My Childhood died
My synapses were burned, my circuits were fried
Reached the end of my road, and Tried to step off the Bus
For that whole scene took on more than just a terrible Rush...

of sympathy, hurt, Embarassing pain
for my fallen brother, in my eyes, was never the same
He should have never stepped on to that stage on that night
From the minute he walked out, we knew something's not right

Was it another El Paso? no it was just Me and My Uncle
During the Chain, he took quite a tumble

But, I saw the writing on the wall
and left the show, before I saw Bob Fall
I'm glad I saw the writing on the wall
and left the show, before I saw Bob Fall

Sometimes heroes just need a break
or maybe most Heroes have a time and a place
everyone seems to need someone to emulate
and before we die, it's never too late
For Brother Weir, will regain his Shaky Ground
and will return to the stage with that magical sound
To Tear it up in old AC, to restoke the fires of the Dead's Legacy

For a true Deadhead, can never put the sword in the Sheath
The Bus ride's forever, just ask Pig, Jerry, Brent, and Vince and Keith