Bob Dylan
To Ramona (Rehearsal)
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 breath-like, get deathlike at times
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 by the touch of your skin
Your magnetic movements still capture the minutes I'm in

But it's grieving my heart, love
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist
It's all just a scheme, babe
A vacuum, a dream, babe
That sucks you into feelin' like this

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 just like them

I'd forever talk to you
But soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there's no help I can bring

Everything passes
Everything changes
Do what you think you should do
And someday, maybe
Who knows, baby
I'll come and be cryin' to you