Bob Dylan - To Ramona lyrics

Ramona, come closer, Shut softly your watery eyes. The pangs of your sadness Shall pa** as your senses will rise. The flowers of the city Though breathlike, get d**hlike at times. And there's 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 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 s**s you into feelin' 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' On 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 'n no one And no one is better 'n you. If you really believe that, You know you got Nothing to win and nothing to lose. From fixtures and forces and friends, Your sorrow does stem, That hype you and type you, Making you feel That you must be exactly like them. I'd 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 pa**es, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do. And someday maybe, Who knows, baby, I'll come and be cryin' to you.