To Ramona (Live at the Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI - July 1964)

Ramona Come closer Shut softly your watery eyes The pangs of your sadness Will pass as your senses will rise Oh the flowers of the city Though breath-like Get death-like at times And there’s no use in trying To deal with the dying Though I cannot explain that in lines Verse 2 Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss As to be by the strength of your skin Your magnetic movements Still capture the minutes I’m in But it grieves my heart, love To see you trying to be a part of A world that just don’t exist It’s all just a dream, babe A vacuum, a scheme, babe That sucks you into feelin' like this Verse 3 I can see that your head Has been twisted and fed With the worthless foam from the mouth I can tell you are torn Between staying and returning Back to the South You’ve been fooled into thinking That the finishing end is at hand Yet there’s no one to beat you No one to defeat you 'cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad Verse 4 I’ve heard you say many times That you’re better than no one And no one is better than you If you really believe that You know you have 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 gotta' be just like them Verse 5 I’d forever talk to you But soon my words Would turn into a meaningless ring For deep in my heart I know there's no help I can bring Everything passes Everything changes Just do what you think you should do And someday maybe Who knows, baby I’ll come and be crying to you