Blow Away — текст песни (Grateful Dead)

A man and a woman come together
as strangers.
When they part they`re usually
strangers still.
It`s like a practical joke
played on us by our Maker.
Empty bottles,
that can`t be filled.

You fancy me to be the master
of your feelings.
You barely bruise me
with your looks to kill.
Though I admit we were sometimes brutal
in our dealings,
I never held you against your will.

Chorus:
Baby, who`s to say it coulda been different
Now that it`s done.
Baby, who`s to say...
Baby, who`s to say that it shoulda been
Anyway.
Baby, who`s to say...
Baby, who`s to say
That it even matters in the long run.
Who`s to say.
Give it just a minute.
And it`ll blow away.
It`s blow away.

Your case against me is so
Very clearly stated
I please no contest,
I turn and shrug.
I`ve come to figure all importance
overestimated.
You must mean water when you beg for blood.