Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place that I am going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following, following you Though I know that evening's empire Has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand But still not sleeping My weariness amazes me 'Cause I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's Too dead for dreaming Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following, following you Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging Madly across the sun It's not really aimed at anyone Escaping on the run And but for the sky, there are no fences facing If you hear vague traces Of skipping reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time It's just a ragged clown behind I wouldn't pay it any mind It's just a shadow that you're seeing that he's chasing Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play another song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you, following you Take me on a trip upon your Magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped And my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for Wait only for Wait only for ...