Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
Jerry Garcia
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to his bones
'Twas then he felt alone
And wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of thе night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fatе
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat up shade
Where he was waking up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up; the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere
He told himself he didn't care; pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
Where the sailors all come in
Maybe she'll pick him out again. How long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate
People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate
Simple Twist of Fate was written by Bob Dylan.
Simple Twist of Fate was produced by Jerry Garcia & John Kahn.