Blow Away - Grateful Dead

A man and a woman come together

As strangers.

When they part they’re usually

Strangers still.

It’s like a practical joke

Played on us by our maker.

Empty bottles,

That can’t be filled.

You fancy me to be the master

Of your feelings.

You barely bruise me With your looks to kill.

Though i admit we were sometimes brutal

In our dealings,

I never held you against your will.

Baby, who’s to say it coulda been different

Now that it’s done.

Baby, who’s to say…

Baby, who’s to say that it shoulda been

Anyway.

Baby, who’s to say…

Baby, who’s to say

That it even matters in the long run.

Who’s to say.

Give it just a minute.

And it’ll blow away.

It’s blow away.

Your case against me is so

Very clearly stated

I please no contest,

I turn and shrug.

I’ve come to figure all importance

Overestimated.

You must mean water when you beg for blood.