The Dead lyrics

Well there’s one They are gray-eyed I’m sure They open and close doors Then feed me in the evening When I’m breaking my fast I’m walking on the balls of my feet In the cold to meet you I wish I had shoes on Well this time I’m gonna love them unceasingly Sing hallelujah sort of willingly And dance in front of God like David did I’m walking on the balls of my feet In the cold to meet you I wish I had shoes on