| Bob Dylan Lyrics Page Two |
| Maggie's Farm Meet Me In The Morning Most Likely You Go Your Way And I'll Go Mine Most Of The Time Mr. Tambourine Man My Back Pages Pretty Peggy-O Rainy Day Woman # 12 & 35 Ring Them Bells She Belongs To Me Shelter From The Storm Shooting Star Simple Twist Of Fate Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Subterranean Homesick Blues Tangled Up In Blue The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo) The Times They Are A-Changin' This Wheel's On Fire Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You What Good Am I? What Was It You Wanted? Where Teardrops Fall You're A Big Girl Now |
| Maggie's Farm I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas that are driving' me insane. It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime, he asks you with a grin if you're having a good time. Then he fines you every time you slam the door. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. No, I aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks. His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks. The National Guard stands around his door. Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. Well, when she talks to all the servants about man and God and law, everybody says she's the brains behind pa. She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I try my best, to be just like I am but everybody wants you to be just like them. They say sing while you slave and I just get bored. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Meet Me In The Morning Meet me in the morning 56th and Wabasha. Meet me in the morning 56th and Wabasha. Honey, we could be in Kansas by time the snow begins to thaw. They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn. They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn. But you wouldn't know it by me, every day's been darkness since you been gone. Little rooster crowing, there must be something on his mind. Little rooster crowing, there must be something on his mind. Well, I feel just like that rooster, honey, you treat me so unkind. Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above. Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above. Well, you know I even outran the hound dogs, honey, you know I've earned your love. Look at the sun sinking like a ship. Look at the sun sinking like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart babe when you kiss my lips? Most Likely You Go Your Way And I'll Go Mine You say you love me and you're thinking of me but you know you could be wrong. You say you told me that you wanna hold me but you know you're not that strong. I just can't do what I done before, I just can't beg you any more, I'm gonna let your pass and I'll go last. Then time will tell just who has fell and who's been left behind when you go your way and I go mine. You say you disturb me and you don't deserve me but you know sometimes you lie. You say you're shaking and you're always aching but you know how hard you try. Sometimes it gets so hard to care. It can't be this way everywhere. And I'm gonna let you pass, yes, and I'll go last. Then time will tell who has fell and who's been left behind when you go your way and I go mine. The judge, he holds a grudge, he's gonna call on you. But he's badly built and he walks on stilts, watch out he don't fall on you. You say you're sorry for telling stories that you know I believe are true. You say you got some other kinda lover and yes, I believe you do. You say my kisses are not like his but this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is. I'm just gonna let you pass yes, and I'll go last. Then time will tell who has fell and who's been left behind when you go your way and I go mine. Most Of The Time Most of the time, I'm clear focused all around, most of the time, I can keep both feet on the ground. I can follow the path, I can read the signs, stay right with it when the road unwinds. I can handle whatever I stumble upon, I don't even notice she's gone most of the time. Most of the time, it's well understood. Most of the time, I wouldn't change it if I could. I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own, I can deal with the situation right down to the bone. I can survive, I can endure and I don't even think about her most of the time. Most of the time, my head is on straight. Most of the time, I'm strong enough not to hate. I don't build up illusion till it makes me sick, I ain't afraid of confusion, no matter how thick. I can smile in the face of mankind. Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine, most of the time. Most of the time, she ain't even in my mind. I wouldn't know her if I saw her, she's that far behind. Most of the time I can't even be sure if she was ever with me or if I was with her. Most of the time, I'm halfway content. Most of the time, I know exactly where I went. I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide, hide from the feelings that are buried inside. I don't compromised and I don't pretend, I don't even care if I ever see her again most of the time. Mr. Tambourine Man Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come 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, 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. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship. My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip. My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun, it's not aimed at anyone, it's just escaping on the run and but for the sky there are no fences facing. And 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 you're seeing that he's chasing. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you. My Back Pages Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps pounced with fire on flaming roads, using ideas as my maps. "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud ‘neath heated brow, ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-cracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed. Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull, I dreamed. Romantic facts of musketeers, foundationed deep, somehow, ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Girls' faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy to memorizing politics of ancient history. Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, thought, somehow, ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. A self-ordained professor's tongue, too serious to fool. Spouted out that liberty is just equality in school. "Equality," I spoke the word, as if a wedding vow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach, fearing not that I'd become my enemy, in the instant that I preach. My existence led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow, ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking I had something to protect. Good and bad, I define these terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow, ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Pretty Peggy-O (Arranged by Dylan) I've been around this whole country but I never yet found Fenneario. Well, as we marched down, as we marched down, well, as we marched down to Fennerio, well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove. Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O. Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say, what will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O? What will your mother say to know you're going away? You're never, never, never coming back-io? Come a-running down your stairs, come a-running down your stairs, come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O, come a-running down your stairs, combing back your yellow hair. You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io. The lieutenant he has gone, the lieutenant he has gone, the lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O. The lieutenant he has gone, long gone. He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo. Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O. Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid, he's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O. Rainy Day Woman #12 & 35 Well, they'll stone you when you're trying to be so good. They'll stone you just a-like they said they would. They'll stone you when you're trying to go home then they'll stone you when you're there all alone. But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you when you're walking along the street. They'll stone you when you're trying to keep your seat. They'll stone you when you're walking on the floor. They'll stone you when you're walking to the door. But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned. They'll stone you when you're at the breakfast table. They'll stone you when you are young and able. They'll stone you when you're trying to make a buck. They'll stone you and then they'll say "good luck." But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end. Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again. They'll stone you when you're riding in your car. They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar. Yes, but I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone. They'll stone you when you are walking home. They'll stone you and then say you are brave. They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave. But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned. Ring Them Bells Ring them bells, ye heathen, from the city that dreams, ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams, for they're deep and they're wide and the world's on its side and time is running backwards and so is the bride. Ring them bells, St. Peter, where the four winds blow. Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know. Oh, it's rush hour now on the wheel and the plow and the sun is going down upon the sacred cow. Ring them bells, Sweet Martha, for the poor man's son, ring them bells so the world will know that God is one. Oh, the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep and the mountains are filled with lost sheep. Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf, ring them bells for all of us who are left, ring them bells for the chosen few who will judge the many when the game is through. Ring them bells, for the time that flies, for the child that cries when innocence dies. Ring them bells, St. Catherine from the top of the room, ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom. Oh, the lines are long and the fighting is strong and they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong. She Belongs To Me She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of nighttime and paint the daytime black. You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees. You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees. But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole down upon your knees. She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all. She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks. She wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles before she speaks. She's a hypnotist, collector, you are a walking antique. Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes. Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes. For Halloween buy her a trumpet and for Christmas, give it a drum. Shooting Star Seen a shooting star tonight and I thought of you. You were trying to break into another world, a world I never knew. I always kind of wondered if you ever made it through. Seen a shooting star tonight and I thought of you. Seen a shooting star tonight and I thought of me. If I was still the same, if I ever became what you wanted me to be. Did I miss the mark or over-step the line that only you could see? Seen a shooting star tonight and I thought of me. Listen to the engine, listen to the bell as the last fire truck from hell goes rolling by, all good people are praying. It's the last temptation, the last account, the last time you might hear the sermon on the mount, the last radio is playing. Seen a shooting star tonight slip away. Tomorrow will be another day. Guess it's too late to say the things that you needed to hear me say. Seen a shooting star tonight, slip away. Simple Twist Of Fate They sat together in the park as the evening sky grew dark. She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones, it was then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight and watched out for a simple twist of fate. They walked alone by the old canal, a little confused, I remember well, and stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright, he felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train moving with a simple twist of fate. A saxophone someplace far off played as she was walking on by the arcade, as the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was waking up, she dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate and forgot about a simple twist of fate. He woke up the room was bare, he didn't see her anywhere. He told himself he didn't care pushed the window open wide, felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate brought on by a simple twist of fate. He hears the ticking of the clocks and walks along with a parrot that talks, hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in, maybe she'll pick him out again. How long must he wait? One more time for a simple twist of fate. People tell me it's a sin to know and feel too much within. I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring. She was born in spring but I was born too late, blame it on a simple twist of fate. Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again Oh, the ragman draws circles up and down the block. I'd ask him what the matter was but I know that he don't talk. And the ladies treat me kindly and furnish me with tape, but deep inside my heart I know I can't escape. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Well Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well. And I would send a message to find out if she's talked, but the post office has been stolen and the mailbox is locked. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Mona tried to tell me to stay away from the train line. She said that all the railroad men just drink up your blood like wine. And I said "Oh I didn't know that but then again there's only one I've met and he just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette." Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Grandpa died last week and now he's buried in the rocks, but everybody still talks about how badly they were shocked. But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he'd lost control when he built a fire on Main Street and shot it full of holes. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now the senator came down here showing everyone his gun, handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son. And me, I nearly get busted and wouldn't it be my luck to get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath a truck? Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now the preacher looked so baffled when I asked him why he dressed with twenty pounds of headlines stapled to his chest. But he cursed me when I proved it to him, then I whispered, "Not even you can hide. You see, you're just like me, I hope you're satisfied." Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now the rainman gave me two cures then he said, "Jump right in." The one was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin. And like a fool I mixed them and it strangled up my mind And now, people just get uglier and I have no sense of time. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. When Ruthie says come see her in her honky-tonk lagoon where I can watch her waltz for free neath her Panamanian moon. And I say, "Aw, come on now you know you know about my debutante." And she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need but I know what you want." Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Now the bricks lay on Grand Street where the neon madmen climb. They all fall there so perfectly, it all seems so well timed. And here I sit so patiently waiting to find out what price. You have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Subterranean Homesick Blues Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine, I'm on the pavement thinking about the government, the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off. Look out kid, it's something you did, God knows when, but you're doing it again. You better duck down the alley way, looking for a new friend, the man in the coon-skip cap in the big pen wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten. Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot, talking that the heat put, plants in the bed but the phone's tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say they must bust in early May, orders from the DA. Look out kid, don't matter what you did. Walk on your tiptoes, don't try, 'No Doz.' Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose, keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes, you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows. Get sick, get well, hang around an ink well. Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is going to sell, try hard, get barred, get back, write Braille, get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you failed. Look out kid, you're gonna get hit, but users, cheaters, six-time losers hang around the theaters. Girl by the whirlpool looking for a new fool, don't follow leaders, watch the parking meters. Ah get born, keep warm, short pants, romance, learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success, please her, please him, buy gifts, don't steal, don't lift, twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift. Look out kid, they keep it all hid. Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle. Don't wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals. Don't wanna be a bum, you better chew gum. The pump don't work cause the vandals took the handles. Tangled Up In Blue Early one morning the sun was shining, I was laying in bed, wondering if she'd changed it all, if her hair was still red. Her folks they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough. They never did like Mama's homemade dress, Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. And I was standing on the side of the road, rain falling on my shoes, heading out for the East Coast, Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through, tangled up in blue. She was married when we first meet, soon to be divorced. I helped her out of a jam I guess but I used a little too much force. We drove that car as far as we could, abandoned it out West, split it up on a dark sad night, both agreeing it was best. She turned around to look at me as I was walking away, I heard her say over my shoulder "We'll meet again someday on the avenue." Tangled up in blue. I had a job in the great north woods, working as a cook for a spell. But I never did like it all that much and one day the ax just fell. So I drifted down to New Orleans where I happened to be employed, working for a while on a fishing boat right outside of Delacroix. But all the while I was alone, the past was close behind. I seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind and I just grew, tangled up in blue. She was working in a topless place and I stopped in for a beer. I just kept looking at her side of her face in the spotlight so clear. And later on as the crowd thinned out, I's just about to do the same. She was standing there in back of my chair said to me "Don't I know your name?" I muttered something underneath my breath, she studied the lines on my face. I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, tangled up in blue. She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe. "I thought you'd never say hello," she said, "you look like the silent type." Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me, written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century. And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you, tangled up in blue. I lived with them on Montague Street in a basement down the stairs. There was music in the cafes at night and revolution in the air. Then he started into dealing with slaves and something inside of him died, she had to sell everything she owned and froze up inside. And when finally the bottom fell out, I became withdrawn. The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew, tangled up in blue. So now I'm going back again, I got to get her somehow. All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenter's wives. Don't know how it all got started, I don't what they do with their lives. But me, I'm still on the road heading for another joint. We always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point of view, tangled up in blue. The Mighty Quinn (Quinn The Eskimo) Everybody's building the big ships and boats. Some are building monuments, others jotting down notes. Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy, but when Quinn the Eskimo gets here everybody's gonna jump for joy. Oh, come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. Come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. Oh, you know I like to do just like the rest. You know I like my sugar sweet, but guarding fumes and making haste, you know it ain't my cup of meat. Everybody's out the trees, feeding pigeons all under the limb. But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here the pigeons gonna run to him. Oh, come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. Come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. A cat's meow and a cow's moo to you know I, I could recite them all. Just tell me where it hurts you, honey, and I'll tell you who to call. Nobody can get asleep, there's someone on everybody's toes. When Quinn the Eskimo gets here everybody's gonna want to doze. Oh, come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. Come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. The Times They Are A-Changin' Come gather round people, wherever you roam. And admit that the waters around you have grown. And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone if your time to you is worth saving. Then you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone, for the times they are a-changing. Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen, and keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again. And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin, and there's no telling who that it's naming? For the loser now will be later to win, for the times they are a-changing. Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call. Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall. For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled, there's a battle outside and it is raging. It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, for the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers throughout the land. And don't criticize what you can't understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command. Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand for the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast. The slow one now will later be fast. As the present now will later be past, the order is rapidly fading. And the first one now will later be last, for the times they are a-changin'. This Wheel's On Fire If your memory serves you well, we were going to meet again and wait. So I'm going to unpack all my things and sit before it gets too late. No man alive will come to you with another tale to tell and you know that we shall meet again if your memory serves you well. This wheel's on fire, rolling down the road. Best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode. If your memory serves you well, I was going to confiscate your lace and wrap it up in a sailor's knot and hide it in your case. If I knew for sure that it was yours, but it was oh, so hard to tell. And you knew that we would meet again, if your memory serves you well This wheel's on fire, rolling down the road. Best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode. If your memory serves you well, you'll remember you're the one that called on me to call on them to get you your favors done. And after every plan had failed and there was nothing more to tell, you knew that we would meet again if your memory serves you well. This wheel's on fire, rolling down the road. Best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode. Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You Throw my ticket out the window, throw my suitcase out there too. Throw my troubles out the door, I don't need them any more cause tonight I'll be staying here with you. I should have left this town this morning but it was more than I could do. Oh, your love comes on so strong and I've waited all day long for tonight when I'll be staying here with you. Is it really any wonder the love that a stranger might receive? You cast your spell and I went under, I find it so difficult to leave. I can hear that whistle blowing, I see that stationmaster, too. If there's a poor boy on the street, then let him have my seat cause tonight I'll be staying here with you. Throw my ticket out the window, throw my suitcase out there too. Throw my troubles out the door, I don't need them any more cause tonight I'll be staying here with you. What Good Am I? What good am I if I'm like all the rest, if I just turned away, when I see how you're dressed, if I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry, what good am I? What good am I if I know and don't do, if I see and don't say, if I look right through you, If I turn a deaf ear to the thundering sky, what good am I? What good am I while you softly weep and I hear in my head what you say in your sleep, and I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try, what good am I? What good am I then to others and me, if I've had every chance and yet still fail to see? If my hands tied, must I not wonder within, who tied them and why and where must I have been? What good am I if I say foolish things and I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings, and I just turn my back while you silently die, what good am I? What Was It You Wanted? What was it you wanted? Tell me again so I'll know. What's happening in there, what's going on in your show. What was it you wanted, could you say it again? I'll be back in a minute, you can get it together by then. What was it you wanted, you can tell me, I'm back. We can start it all over, get it back on the track, you got my attention, go ahead, speak. What was it you wanted when you were kissing my cheek? Was there somebody looking when you give me that kiss? Someone there in the shadows, someone that I might have missed? Is there something you needed, something I don't understand. What was it you wanted, do I have it here in my hand? Whatever you wanted slipped out of my mind, would you remind me again, if you'd be so kind? Has the record been breaking, did the needle just skip, is there somebody waiting, was there a slip of the lip? What was it you wanted, I ain't keeping score. Are you the same person that was here before? Is it something important? Maybe not. What was it you wanted? Tell me again, I forgot. Whatever you wanted, what could it be? Did somebody tell you that you could get it from me? Is it something that comes natural, is it easy to say, why do you want it, who are you anyway? Is the scenery changing, am I getting it wrong, is the whole thing going backwards, are they playing our song? Where were you when it started, do you want it for free? What was it you wanted, are you talking to me? Where Teardrops Fall Far away where the soft wind blow, far away from it all, there is a place you go where teardrops fall. Far away in the stormy night, far away and over the wall, you are there in the flickering light where teardrops fall. We banged the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, you know the song in my heart. In the turning of twilight, in the shadows of moonlight, you can show me a new place to start. I've torn my clothes and I've drained the cup, stripping away at it all, thinking of you when the sun comes up, where teardrops fall. By rivers of blindness, in love and with kindness, we could hold up a toast if we meet. To the cutting of fences to sharpen the senses that linger in the fireball heat. Roses are red, violets are blue and time is beginning to crawl, I just might have to come see you where teardrops fall. You're A Big Girl Now Our conversation was short and sweet, it nearly swept me off-a my feet and I'm back in the rain, oh, and you're on dry land. You made it there somehow, you're a big girl now. Bird on the horizon sitting on the fence, he's singing his song for me at his own expense. And I'm just like that bird, oh, singing just for you. Not that you can hear, hear me singing through these tears. Time is a jet plane it, moves so fast. Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last. I can change I swear, oh, see what you can do. I can make it through, you can make it too. Love is so simple to quote a phrase. You've known it all the time, I'm learning it these days. Oh, I know where I can find you, oh, in somebody's room. It's a price I had to pay, you're a big girl all the way. A change in the weather is known to be extreme. But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream? I'm going out of my mind, oh, with a pain that stops and starts like a corkscrew down my heart ever since we've been apart. |