uncle john's band..

Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more,
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind,
Whoa, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Whoa, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

 ~grateful dead