And it’s all affirmation I receive but it’s not
Now I'll cry tonight like I cried the night before
Heaven knows that the answer, she's don't calling no one
And she’s on yet she told her like I said, “Carry on”
It’s so bad but amusing when she’s hard, too hard to leave
I believe that she'd look upon beside him to care
When I'm there she's alright but then she's not when I'm gone
Now when I’ll teach that lady I was born to love her
But she told, “Won’t you hate me?” but [Incomprehensible]
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
Well, it's all about confusion and I cry for her
And she's daily salooning about to make her hard earned buck
But she don't holler me but I'm not there, I'm gone
She's my Christ forsaken angel but she don't hear me cry
I wish I was beside her but I'm not there, I'm gone
In my neighborhood she cries both day and night
She's a lone forsaken beauty and it's don't trust anyone
And I lost her hesitating by temptation lest it runs
Well, it's too hard to stay here and I don't want to leave
And I'm released on the heights in but I'll dream about the door
I was there
Thing's all right and she's all too tight
I wish I was there to help her but I'm not there, I’m gone
I know it because I was there
It's alone, she's forsaken by her fate, worse to tell
I been told like I said when I before carry on the grind
And I'd go by the Lord and when she's on my way
It's a milestone but she's down on her luck
I believe where she'd stop him if she wants time to care
"It don't have approximation", she smiled, "Fare thee well"
But I don’t perceive her, I'm not there, I'm gone
She's the way, her sailing beauty for she's mine for the one
Well, I don’t need anybody now beside me to tell
Yes, she's gone like the rainbow that shined yesterday
She’s adorned by the beauty but she don't like the spot and she won't
But I don't belong there
And I run but I race but it's not too fast or slow
But now she's home beside me and I'd like her here to stay
No, I don't belong to her, I don't belong to anybody
She's a lone hearted mystic and she can’t carry on
Publisher: SPECIAL RIDER MUSIC
Yes, I believe that it’s rightful, oh, I believe it in my mind
It’s a load, it’s a crime the way she haunt me around
But she knows that the kingdom waits so high above her