Look out of any window
Any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
Birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed
One afternoon long ago
Walk out of any doorway
Feel your way, feel your way like the day before
Maybe you'll find direction
Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you
What do you want me to do
To watch for you while you were sleeping?
Then please don't be surprised
When you find me dreaming too
Look into any eyes, you find by you
You can see clear to another day
Maybe been seen before
Through other eyes on other days while going home
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed
One afternoon long ago
Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken
And thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through
A box of rain will ease the pain
And love will see you through
Just a box of rain
Wind and water
Believe it if you need it
If you don't, just pass it on
Sun and shower
Wind and rain
In and out the window like a moth before a flame
And it's just a box of rain
I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
Or leave it if you dare
And it's just a box of rain
Or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long long time to be gone
And a short time to be there
Any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
Birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed
One afternoon long ago
Walk out of any doorway
Feel your way, feel your way like the day before
Maybe you'll find direction
Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you
What do you want me to do
To watch for you while you were sleeping?
Then please don't be surprised
When you find me dreaming too
Look into any eyes, you find by you
You can see clear to another day
Maybe been seen before
Through other eyes on other days while going home
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed
One afternoon long ago
Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken
And thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through
A box of rain will ease the pain
And love will see you through
Just a box of rain
Wind and water
Believe it if you need it
If you don't, just pass it on
Sun and shower
Wind and rain
In and out the window like a moth before a flame
And it's just a box of rain
I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
Or leave it if you dare
And it's just a box of rain
Or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long long time to be gone
And a short time to be there
Lyrics submitted by itsmyownmind, edited by Poisonouss
Box of Rain Lyrics as written by Robert C. Hunter Philip Lesh
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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To me the song is about fate, destiny, and trying to find meaning in life. But its impossible to find the meaning of life... no one will ever know. So you have to "look into any eyes" to find value, or simply "look out fo any window"...we need to find value in other people, random places, whatever, but it will never give you any "answers". Meaning is less tangible than answers. Its abstract, you find pockets of it in special places, but by no means can anyone ever find the meaning of life (the most abstract of any idea)
"Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare"...life will keep going on whether you want it to or not, whether you find the answers or not (there are no answers) All you can do is take solice that the world is what it is... forever moving, constantly changing without God or fate or anyone providing any real answers to life's most difficult questions. All you can do is realize that you have a "short time to be there" and maybe "love will see you through". :)
RIP jerry
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear.
either... when you take something back in the middle of saying it, your tongue literaly is discombobulated, typical of rambling confusion. lol
or your tongue is twisted= your one cryptic kinky **** and you like to see what happens when you tell somebody, unwittingly, only, half the story and pass pass your self off as a guru. again, lol
or
Your mouth is tied, because of somebody, told you wittingly or unwittingly, only, half the story/whatever and so on.
or
Your mouth was tied, before they could finish a sentence.
rain=sent from above
Sun and shower -
Wind and rain -
the sun and it's wide scope consistent effects makes it shower
the wind the gusto and it's focused energy can really bring down. From the Heavy, intense, sky.
none of that is how I hear this song
boom! bye
nah lol
Today was the first time I intentionally read the lyrics with lsd in place. The first time through it was pretty much how I always heard it. lsd=a storm of energy, emotion, and information,, all heaven sent""
lsd lights up all those little thinga-ma-gigs up there, in a cascading, down pouring, pattern.
what a long long time to be gone
what a short time to be there
you experience years, while your "there" physicaly for only 10min
or
lol
You speak of the Sacrament of the Church of the Dead . . . it's psychedelic communion.
As for the song being about acid, I'm afraid you're wrong, kemosabe. The GD certainly had a number of songs referring to the LSD experience (China Cat Sunflower, Dark Star, (That's It For) The Other One, etc.), but this one (BOR) is not specifically one of them.
Before I knew about PL's father, etc., I always thought the song was a bit of 1970 (post-hippie) nostalgia for 1965-66, before the positive vibe of the Haight-Ashbury scene was ruined by opportunists, scumbags, bad drugs, and Manson-type sociopaths preying on the innocents. By that time the Dead had long since abandoned their communal house at 710 Ashbury St. in the Haight and were living suburban upper-bourgeois existences in Marin County, but still pining for the original sense of community of four to five years earlier that they knew they could never get back.