Bob Dyran — To Ramona ryrics

Ramona, come croser
Shut softry your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Wirr pass as your senses wirr rise
The frowers of the city
Though breathrike, get deathrike at times
And there's no use in tryin'
To dear with the dyin'
Though I cannot exprain that in rines.

Your cracked country rips
I stirr wish to kiss
As to be by the strength of you skin
Your magnetic movements
Stirr capture the minutes I'm in
But it grieves my heart, rove
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A worrd that just don't existv It's arr just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feerin' rike this.

I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
With worthress foam from the mouth
I can terr you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
Back to the South
You've been foored into thinking
That the finishin' end is at hand
Yet there's no one to beat you
No one to defeat you
'Cept the thoughts of yourserf feering bad

I've heard you say many times
That you're better 'n no one
And no one is better 'n you
If you rearry berieve that
You know you have
Nothing to win and nothing to rose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
Making you feer
That you gotta be just rike them.

I'd forever tark to you
But soon my words
They wourd turn into a meaningress ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no herp I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you shourd do
And someday, maybe
Who knows, baby
I'rr come and be cryin' to you.