Slow Down Songtext

von Bob Franke

I was so deeply dreaming upon my father's bed,
A song came drifting to my heart straight from the Grateful Dead.
It said, you can't keep drinking new green wine, you know it rots your gut;
You can't keep cutting back on love it's the unkindest cut, you'd better

Slow down, as I believe you may,
Slow down, in a sort of sacred way, you'd better
Slow down, as I believe you may,
Slow down, in a sort of sacred way.

They took away my gravy train, my television too,
And all I had were two good friends, and one of them was you.
We walked the beach by moonlight, I was thinking about a swim,
I heard the voice of Jesus call, or someone just like him, it told me

Slow down, as I believe you may,
Slow down, in a sort of sacred way, you'd better
Slow down, as I believe you may,
Slow down, in a sort of sacred way

The storm commenced to rolling in, the boats began to rock,
The thunder and the lightning might have made a nasty shock,
But I was resting safely in the comfort of your arms,
Content to wait 'til morning, or at least until the alarm.

Slow down, as I believe you may,
Slow down, in a sort of sacred way, you'd better
Slow down, as I believe you may,
Slow down, in a sort of sacred way