Bob Dylan
Buckets of Rain
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears
Got all these buckets comin' out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got a love, honey, that I can't stand

I've been meek, hard like an oak
I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me, honey baby, I'll be here

I like the smile on your fingertips
I like the way that you move your hips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me misery

Little red wagon, little red bike
I ain't no monkey, but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm takin' you with me, honey baby, where I go

Life is sad, life is a bust
All you can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and you do it well
I'll do it for you, honey baby, can't you tell?