Story Behind The Song

On the self-titled Zero album

Song Description

medium tempo rock...lyrics by Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter

Lyrics

You can do the splits in tNew York City
till the street scene robs you blind,
come back home to San Francisco
and try to reclaim your mind

You can get drunk in San Diego
on a fifth of Dago red
find a blanket under the freeway
to rest your aching head

You can go down to Mexico City
in a red and white Chevrolet
come back home on a bolt of thunder
if they tow your wheels away

what do you want for all you got
what will you take for what you are
timtes are rough and it's no wonder
looking for love in the pits of thunder

Down in the valley of grease blue lightning
under a flame-out sun
dance with the bag man's black-eyed daughter
on the head of a conga drum

Here in the breech-born pits of thunder
land of the Morning Star,
here in the circle once unbroken
you find out who you are

A loaf of bread beneath a bough
unfolding from a mustard seed
pepper in the soup and a kiss in the cup
and you are all I need

Here in the morning of a new born day
with a street sweep on your heels
walking in the gutter where dead men pray
and the bell of jdugement peals

you can find hope in a cup of coffee
and a day old jelly roll,
duck on out of the pits of thunder
for a heartbeat of your soul

You can find love if you care to look
where others would look away here
in the whirlwind pits of thunder
where the bounds of Heaven bay