Lately it’s occurred to me
What a long strange trip it’s been
I’ve always been a Deadhead
Jerry Garcia sang my youth
Wasted though it was
His music is the background to my life
I took off work to mourn
The day he died
I cried to Casey Jones
While I laughed thru my tears
Remembering the sixties
And knew he was right about it
What a long strange trip it’s been
And it isn’t over for me
I’m still truckin’
Building up more memories
To replace the ones
That were lost to the abuse
The brain cells killed
By one drug or another
I’m clean now
Too old to even be tempted
But I understand what happened to Jerry
He tried to hold on
When he should have let it go
Just let it go