Shade of Grey

Bob Weir, John Perry Barlow

I guess it's just a shade of grey
When my head clears I might realize
Just might realize
But those grey eyes
That easy smile
Gonna stay with me a while

But out in the streets
Well it's night time on Broadway
Out in the streets
They just don't even know

But seven stories high
All their dreams have been realized
Are being realized
And those grey eyes
Just light up and shine
When I touch her face with mine

Out in the streets
It's a whole other number
Out in the streets
It's on with the show

Too well I know that crowd of strangers
I've played my part in that lovely show

Out in the streets
Hear them racing their engines
Out in the streets
They got nowhere to go

I know it's just a shade of grey
And these peaceful moments never last
They're gone so fast
But those grey eyes
Beckon me once more
And we're riding out the storm

Out in the streets
They're all waiting for morning
Out in the streets
It just may never show
Out in the streets
Night flows like a river
Out in the streets
Time sits like a stone

Out in the streets
They've all got each other
Out in the streets
How come they're always alone

It's too late to find a lover
It's too early to go home

But up here in the sky
All their dreams are being realized

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