Paradise waits
on the crest of a wave
her angels in flame
She has no pain
Like a child, she is pure
She is not to blame
Poised for flight
Wings spread bright
Spring from night
into the sun
Don’t stop to run
She can fly like a lie
She can’t be outdone
Tell me the cost
I can pay
Let me go
Tell me love is not lost
Sell everything
Without love, day to day,
insanity is king
I will pay
day by day
anyway
Lock, bolt, and key1
Crippled but free
I was blind
all the time
I was learning to see
Help on the way
I know only this
I’ve got you today
Don’t fly away
’cause I love what I love
and I want it that way
I will stay
one more day
Like I say
Honey, it’s you
Making it too
Without love in the dream
It’ll never come true
Words by Robert Hunter
Music by Jerry Garcia
Reminiscent of the expression “lock, stock, and barrel,” which describes the three parts of a gun.
Studio recording: Blues for Allah (September 1, 1975).
First performance: June 17, 1975 at the Bob Fried Memorial Boogie, Winterland, San Francisco. It was performed without its lyrics. It remained in the repertoire thereafter.