The song's mellow outro seems built to spill in any number of directions, a musical sort of "canvas." Here, the band paints a cosmic sort of composition.

Trey follows Mike for several measures, with Page and Fish providing on-point fills. Restrained play brightens a bit, the version's chill, restrained play warmed by Trey's tone. Patient, hushed, and serene, Page seems to signal a shift, and the jam becomes surprisingly psychedelic, warping into an ethereal ooze.