Throwing Stones (live) The Grateful Dead

Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity

Paint it with a skin of sky
Brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me

A peaceful place or so it looks from space
[A] closer look reveals the human race

Full of hope, full of grace is the human face
But afraid we may lay our home to waste

There's a fear down here we can't forget
Hasn't got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down
(ashes, ashes all fall down)

Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime falls
And again the hunt begins, and again the bloodwind calls

By and by again, the morning sun will rise
[But] the darkness never goes from some mens eyes (oh no)
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
It's taking turf, dividing up meat