What Would You Trade
I always pictured you, withered and grey
on a back porch with a banjo and the wisdom of age
that was a pleasure that we were denied
but we're grateful still for a hell of a ride
what would you trade
what would you give
if time allowed you one more chance
to glide through the crowd
to the edge of the stage
and join in the boneless ones' dance
led us through the storm and rain
moved us with the fire and rod
never been the same again
since you've gone to meet your god
what would you give
what would you trade
is there a price you wouldn't pay
to witness the miracle
just one more time
a love that will not fade away
miss you in the morning dew
can't forget we knew your name
miss you in the days between
love is still there in the dream
what would you trade
what would you give
to show up and be shown the light
on that elegant journey
to space and beyond
just once more on saturday night
missing you like yesterday
missing you like santa claus
missing you like everything
between the tuning and applause
missing you
missing you
we're missing you
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