| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing,
Death
kept followin', trackin' us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing.
Now somebody's got to
show their hand, time is an enemy,
I know you're long gone,
I guess it must be up to
me.
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it, I guess I would've let it
slide,
If I'd lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've
died.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,
Someone had to
reach for the risin' star,
I guess it was up to me.
Oh, the Union Central is pullin'
out and the orchids are in bloom,
I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale
perfume.
In fourteen months I've only smiled once and I didn't do it
consciously,
Somebody's got to find your trail,
I guess it must be up to me.
It
was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch,
I'd just about convinced myself
that nothin' had changed that much.
The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master
key,
Somebody had to unlock your heart,
He said it was up to me.
Well, I
watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club,
I would've followed you in the door
but I didn't have a ticket stub.
So I waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us
could get free,
When the dawn came over the river bridge,
I knew it was up to
me.
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your
picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.
Was I a fool or not to try to
protect your identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend,
I thought it might be up
to me.
Well, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat,
She's
everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that.
It frightens me, the awful truth of
how sweet life can be,
But she ain't a-gonna make me move,
I guess it must be up to
me.
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,
It didn't amount
to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
When you bite off more than you can chew
you pay the penalty,
Somebody's got to tell the tale,
I guess it must be up to
me.
Well, Dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the Thunderbird Cafe,
Crystal wanted to
talk to him, I had to look the other way.
Well, I just can't rest without you, love, I need
your company,
But you ain't a-gonna cross the line,
I guess it must be up to
me.
There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle,
She's the one you
been wond'rin' about, but there's really nothin' much to tell.
We both heard voices for a
while, now the rest is history,
Somebody's got to cry some tears,
I guess it must be up to
me.
So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime,
The ringleaders from
the county seat say you don't have all that much time.
And the girl with me behind the shades,
she ain't my property,
One of us has got to hit the road,
I guess it must be up to
me.
And if we never meet again, baby, remember me,
How my lone guitar played sweet
for you that old-time melody.
And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you,
free,
No one else could play that tune,
You know it was up to me |
