Seems like the world's gone underground. No gods or heroes dare to go down. Teardrops from a hole in heaven come. Overhead like ravens dropping down like bombs.
You won't ever amount to much. You won't be anyone. Now tell me what you were thinking of,. How could you think you would be enough. . It's not that you have stayed too long.
Words and Music by Jakob Dylan. . Senorita. Looks like you ain't done nothing. good women ain't supposed to do. Oh no no no no. I seen her downtown. 'Bout an hour ago.
Well, I know you find it hard to smile,. To keep your happiness in style. You pass in silence in the mornin'. You know you shouldn't ever try to ignore me..
Fire on the porch on a summer's night. All of my things are there inside. Black smoke rise up, burn on burn higher. I smell leaves and burning tires. Dogs in the meadows barking wild.
You're gonna break somebody's heart that's true. Someone's gonna break yours too. You'll laugh in the middle of getting it done. And having it done to you.
I'm not lookin' for a warm embrace. I'm not lookin' for a friendly face. I got everything I need. I'm not worried if you're comin' back. I'm in a hurry 'cause I just found out.
My mind is open. And my heart is full. I ain't got any weight. That I can't pull. And right now. I know that anything. Is possible. I'm gonna bang my drum.
On your mark. Get set let's go. You got to move on. Before she explodes. Look out the window. Lookout below. Back away from the glass. There she blows.
Now on your mark, get set, let's go. You got to move now before she explodes. Look out the window and out below. Back away from the glass, there she blows.
Well, there is trouble in my mind. There is dark. There's dark, and there is light.. I lay our hands over my eyes. As I look deep. Through valleys deep and wide.
Cherry picking through the stars. And falling cannonballs. Waiting for the break of dawn. To start its morning crawl. Polluted rays of filtered light.
There is trouble in my mind. There is dark, there is dark and there is light. Lay your hands over my eyes. As I look deep, through valleys deep and wide.
You can tell a few things about the soul of a town. From the blood of the men gone in the ground. Bankrupt and buried by war that is carried out. By messengers now.
How soft a whisper can get. When you're walking through a crowded space. I hear every word being said. And I remember that everyday. I get a little bit closer to you.
Once upon a time, they called me the bleeder. Swimmin' up this river, with sentimental fever. But this ain't my first ride, it ain't my last try. Got to keep movin' on.
Tomorrow is gonna make you cry. It's gonna to make you kneel. Before it breaks you from inside. Still pressing on, arm over arm. . Still trying to get both feet back onto the ground.
So sad that you took it so badly. And acted so madly. So scared. Like a baby by the morning. With sunlight unfolding. Your eyes have turned red. And are holding me.
I know you're tired of wakin' up on the floor. Pushed to the edge with nothin' heavy to hold. Usin' your clothes as a blanket and a bed. Holdin' your hands just to lay your head..
Feels like a ghost here in this room. Not the kind that rides a saddle in a costume. All around me, all around you. In from the window for a drag of your perfume.