If today was not an endless highway / If tonight was not an endless trail / If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time / Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
Baixar Mais Tocadas: músicas de Bob Dylan
Our conversation was short and sweetIt nearly swept me off my feetAnd I’m back in the rainOh, and you are on dry landYou made it there somehowYou’re a big girl nowBird on the horizon, sitting on a fenceHe’s singing his song for me at his own expenseAnd I’m just like that birdOh, singing just for youI hope that you can hearHear me singing through these tearsLove is so simple, to quote a phraseYou’ve known it all the time, I’m learning it these daysAnd I know where I can find youOh, in somebody’s roomIt’s a price I have to payYou’re a big girl all the wayTime is a jet plane, it moves too fastOh but what a shame, that all we’ve shared can’t lastI can change I swearOh, see what you can doI can make it throughYou can make it tooA change in the weather is known to be extremeBut it ain’t like changing horses in midstreamI’m going out of my mindOh, with a pain that stops and startsLike a corkscrew to the heartEver since we’ve been apart
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more / No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more / Well, I wake in the morning / Fold my hands and pray for rain
Crimson flames tied through my ears / Rollin’ high and mighty traps / Pounced with fire on flaming roads / Using ideas as my maps
I’ve seen love go by my door / It’s never been this close before / Never been so easy or so slow / Been shootin’ in the dark too long
May God bless and keep you always / May your wishes all come true / May you always do for others / And let others do for you
Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love / I’m sailin’ away in the morning / Is there something I can send you / From across the sea
They sat together in the park / As the evening sky grew dark / She looked at him and he felt a spark / Tingle to his bones
Come you masters of war / You that build the big guns / You that build the death planes / You that build all the bombs
Pistol shots ring out in the ballroom night / Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall / She sees the bartender in a pool of blood / Cries out, My God, they’ve killed them all!