Chris Robinson - 40 Days [Live At The El Rey]

2003-11-19 - El Rey Theater - Los Angeles, CA Lost in the equinox lightening flash in a blood red sky Another game of paradox got the angels choosing sides Last word of a pistol poem A faded note on a torn back page And from the mountain rolls the thunder who has escaped its gilded cage So be safely on your way and heed the words I say 40 days, boys 40 days You'll have to leave what you can't carry 40 days, boys 40 days And I hope that you are ready, well are you ready? Your words are sad with wisdom and as you speak they float away In to some mystic vision that holds back this heavy rain You who have never swam the river You who have never much as cared You who now seeks solace will find no comfort here Fear is never kind As it creeps into your mind 40 days, boys 40 days You'll have to leave what you can't carry 40 days, boys 40 days Well I hope that you are ready Said, are you ready? How long must I wait? How long must I wait? For the river to run dry, for you to look me in the eye. How long must I wait? The savage hooks of midnight, have pierced your milk white skin, tattooed in gold dust splendor A jeweled thrown you ascend So be safely on your way and heed the words I say