Grateful Dead - Blow away

A man and a woman come togetheras strangers.When they part they're usuallystrangers still.It's like a practical jokeplayed on us by our Maker.Empty bottles,that can't be filled.You fancy me to be the masterof your feelings.You barely bruise mewith your looks to kill.Though I admit we were sometimes brutalin our dealings,I never held you against your will.Chorus:Baby, who's to say it coulda been different Now that it's done.Baby, who's to say...Baby, who's to say that it shoulda been Anyway.Baby, who's to say...Baby, who's to say That it even matters in the long run.Who's to say.Give it just a minute.And it'll blow away.It's blow away.Your case against me is so Very clearly stated I please no contest,I turn and shrug.I've come to figure all importanceoverestimated.You must mean water when you beg for blood.