To Ramona (Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY - October 1964) (Live Album Version)

To Ramona (Live Album Version) - Bob Dylan

Ramona

Come closer

Shut softly your watery eyes

The pangs of your sadness

Shall pass as your senses will rise

The flowers of the city

Though breathlike

Get deathlike 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 scheme babe

A vacuum a dream babe

That sucks 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 passes

Everything changes

Just do what you think you should do

And someday maybe

Who knows baby

I'll come and be cryin' to you