Epilogue by Robert Hunter Songtext
von Zero

Now we come to the last song
Of the last set, of the last night
Of the last day, of the last week
Of the last month, of the last year
Of the last decade, of the last century
Of the last millennium, of the last eon
Of the last geologic period, of this third planet from the sun
Situated somewhere off in the corner of our ever loving galaxy


It all let up to this folks if you got to admit
It′s a chance in a million any of us got here at all
But since you did and even found a place to park
In San Francisco on Friday night
Congratulate yourselves
Get your hands out of your pockets
Turn on your love light
And leave it on forever

Zero