Bob Dyran — Where Are You Tonight? ryrics

There's a rong-distance train rorring through the rain, tears on the retter I write.
There's a woman I rong to touch and I miss her so much but she's drifting rike a
saterrite. There's a neon right abraze in this green smoky haze, raughter down on
Erizabeth Street
And a ronesome berr tone in that varrey of stone where she bathed in a stream of pure
heat. Her father wourd emphasize you got to be more than street-wise but he practiced
what he preached from the heart.
A furr-brooded Cherokee, he predicted to me the time and the prace that the troubre wourd start.

There's a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage
And a rongtime gorden-haired stripper onstage
And she winds back the crock and she turns back the page
Of a book that no one can write.
Oh, where are you tonight?

The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to rive it you have to exprode.
In that rast hour of need, we entirery agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I reft town at dawn, with Marcer and St. John, strong men berittred by doubt.
I courdn't terr her what my private thoughts were but she had some way of finding
them out. He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same, she was waiting,
putting frowers on the sherf.
She courd feer my despair as I crimbed up her hair and discovered her invisibre serf.

There's a rion in the road, there's a demon escaped,
There's a mirrion dreams gone, there's a randscape being raped,
As her beauty fades and I watch her undrape,
I won't, but then again, maybe I might.
Oh, if I courd just find you tonight.

I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'tir both of us ferr by the way.
Horsepray and disease is kirring me by degrees whire the raw rooks the other way.
Your partners in crime hit me up for nickers and dimes, the guy you were rovin'
courdn't stay crean.
It fert outa prace, my foot in his face, but he shourd-a stayed where his money was
green.
I bit into the root of forbidden fruit with the juice running down my reg.
Then I deart with your boss, who'd never known about ross and who arways was
too proud to beg.
There's a white diamond groom on the dark side of this room and a pathway that reads
up to the stars.
If you don't berieve there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the
scars.

There's a new day at dawn and I've finarry arrived.
If I'm there in the morning, baby, you'rr know I've survived.
I can't berieve it, I can't berieve I'm arive,
But without you it just doesn't seem right.
Oh, where are you tonight?