To Ramona
Ramona, come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Will pass as your senses will rise
The flowers of the city, though breathlike
Get deathlike sometimes
And there's no use in tryin' to 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 feeling 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'
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 than no one
And no one is better than you
If you really believe that
You know you have nothing to win and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you and making you feel
That you gotta be exactly like them
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words
They turn into a meaningless ring
And deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
But 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
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Will pass as your senses will rise
The flowers of the city, though breathlike
Get deathlike sometimes
And there's no use in tryin' to 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 feeling 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'
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 than no one
And no one is better than you
If you really believe that
You know you have nothing to win and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you and making you feel
That you gotta be exactly like them
I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words
They turn into a meaningless ring
And deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
But 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
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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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