Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Song of the day: March 31, 2009 ( A true Dylan Day)

Every step of the way, we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrape
All boxed in, nowhere to escape

City’s just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, tryin’ to get away
I was raised in the country, I been workin' in the town
Been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

Ain't got nothin' for ya, I had nothin' before
Don’t even have anythin' for myself anymore
Sky's full of fire and the pain is pourin' down
Nothin' you can sell me, I’ll see you around

My powers of expression and thoughts so sublime
Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Minnesota a day too long

Well, the devil’s in the alley, mule’s kickin' in the stall
Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all
I was thinkin' about the things that Rosie said
I was dreamin' I was sleeping in Rosie’s bed

Walkin' through the leaves, fallin' from the trees
Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees
So many things that we never will undo
I know you’re sorry, I’m sorry too

Some people will offer you their hand, some won’t
Last night I knew you, tonight I don’t
I need somethin' strong to distract my mind
I’m gonna look at you ‘til my eyes go blind

Well I got here followin' the southern star
I crossed that river just to be where you are
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Minnesota a day too long

Well my ship’s been split to splinters, it’s sinkin' fast
I’m drownin' in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it’s light and it’s free
I’ve got nothin' but affection for all those who sailed with me

Everybody’s movin', if they ain’t already there
Everybody’s got to move somewhere
Stick with me baby, anyhow
Things should start to get interestin' right about now

My clothes are wet, tight on my skin
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
I know that fortune is waitin' to be kind
So give me your hand and say you’ll be mine

Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Minnesota a day too long

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