Bob Dylan – Tryin? to get to heaven
The air is getting hotter, there´s a rumblin? in the skies
I´ve been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat risin? in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It dosn?t haunt me like it did before
I´ve been walking through the mirror to nowhere
Tryin? to get to heaven before they close the door
When I was in Missouri they would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see
You broke a heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I´ve been walkin? that lonesome valley
Tryin? to get to heaven before they close the door
People on the platforms, waitin? for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin?
Like pendulums swinging on chains
When you think that you´ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I´m just goin? down the road feeling bad
Tryin? to get to heaven before they close the door
I´m goin? down the river, down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be all right
But I don´t know what all right even means
I was ridin? in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane
Miss Mary Jane got a house in Baltimore
I´ve been all around the world, boys
And I´m tryin? to get to heaven before they close the door
Gonna sleep down in the parlor and relive my dreams
I close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hollow as it seems
Some trains don´t pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers, like they did before
I´ve been to sugar town, I shook the sugar down
Now I´m tryin? to get to heaven before they close the door