| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Ramona, come closer,
Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of
your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city
Though
breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the
dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines.
Your cracked country lips,
I
still wish to kiss,
As to be under the strength of your skin.
Your magnetic
movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you
tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe,
A
vacuum, a scheme, babe,
That sucks you into feelin' like this.
I can see that your
head
Has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are
torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
On back to the South.
You've been fooled into
thinking
That the finishin' end is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you,
No one t'
defeat you,
'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.
I've heard you say many
times
That you're better 'n no one
And no one is better 'n you.
If you really believe
that,
You know you got
Nothing to win and nothing to lose.
From fixtures and forces
and friends,
Your sorrow does stem,
That hype you and type you,
Making you
feel
That you must be exactly like them.
I'd forever talk to you,
But soon my
words,
They would turn into a meaningless ring.
For deep in my heart
I know there is
no help I can bring.
Everything passes,
Everything changes,
Just do what you think
you should do.
And someday maybe,
Who knows, baby,
I'll come and be cryin' to you |
