We Can Run (Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, New York 3/29/90) - Grateful Dead

We don’t own this place, though we act as if we did

It’s a loan from the children of our children’s kids

The actual owners haven’t even been born yet

Bur we never tend the garden and rarely we pay the rent

Most of it is broken and the rest of it is bent

Put it all on plastic and I wonder where we’ll be when the bills hit

We can run

But we can’t hide from it

Of all possible worlds

We only got one:

We gotta ride on it

Whatever we’ve done

We’ll never get far from what we leave behind

Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can’t hide

Oh no, we can’t hide

I’m dumpin' my trash in your back yard

Makin' certain you don’t notice really isn’t so hard

You’re so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them

Well, it’s oil for the rich and babies for the poor

We got everyone believin' that more is more

If a reckoning comes, maybe we will know what to do then

All these complications seem to leave no choice

I heard the tongues of billion speak with just one voice

Saying, «Just leave all the rest to me

I need it worse than you, you see.»

And then I heard…

The sound of one child crying

Today I went walking in the amber wind

There’s a hole in the sky where the light pours in

I remembered the days when I wasn’t afraid of the sunshine

But now it beats down on the asphalt land

Like a hammering blow from God’s left hand

What little still grows cringes in the shade till the night time