To Ramona (Isle of Wight Festival 1969 (2013 Remaster)) - 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 theres 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 Im in.
But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you tryin to be a part of
A world that just dont exist.
Its all just a dream, babe,
A vacuum, a scheme, babe,
That sucks you into feelin like this.
Id 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,
Ill come and be cryin to you.