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