Saint Of Circumstance — текст песни (Grateful Dead)

This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line.
You must be the angel, I though I might never find.
Was it you I heard singing, Oh while I was chasin` dreams.
Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around,
And the rain fallin` down, but I never know.
Got to be heaven, cause here`s where the rainbow ends.
If this ain`t the real thing, then it`s close enough to pretend.
When that wind blows, when the night`s about to fall.
You can hear the silence call, it`s a certain sort of sound,
Like the rain fallin` down.

Holes in what`s left of my reason, holes in the knees of my blues.
Odds against me been increasin`, but I`ll pull through.
I never could read no road map, I don`t know what the weather might do.
But when that rich wind whines and I see the dark star shine,
I got a feeling there`s no time to lose, no time to lose.

Never know now, just don`t never know, no.
Well it`s been heaven, but even the rainbows will end.
Now my sails are fillin` and the wind is willin`.
And I`m as good as gone again.
I`m still walkin`, so I`m sure that I can dance.
Just a Saint of Circumstance, just a tiger in a trance.
And the rain fallin` down, well, you never know, just don`t know.
Listen, sure don`t know what I going for, but I`m gonna go for
it for sure...