| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan and Richard Manuel
We carried you in our arms
On Independence
Day,
And now you'd throw us all aside
And put us on our way.
Oh what dear daughter
'neath the sun
Would treat a father so,
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always
tell him, "No"?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I always be the thief?
Come
to me now, you know
We're so alone
And life is brief.
We pointed out the way to
go
And scratched your name in sand,
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than
a place for you to stand.
Now, I want you to know that while we watched,
You discover
there was no one true.
Most ev'rybody really thought
It was a childish thing to
do.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you
know
We're so low
And life is brief.
It was all very painless
When you
went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe.
And now
the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse.
But, oh, what kind of love is
this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be
the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief |
