歌手:Bob Dylan
专辑:《The Complete Album Collection Vol.1》

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 theres 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 Im in.

But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you tryin to be a part of
A world that just dont exist.
Its all just a dream, babe,
A vacuum, a scheme, 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.

Youve been fooled into thinking
That the finishin end is at hand.

Yet theres no one to beat you,
No one t defeat you,
cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.

Ive heard you say many times
That youre 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.
Id 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,
Ill come and be cryin to you.