A Complete Unknown
how ‘bout that Joan Baez, folks?she’s pretty goodand she’s prettysings prettymaybe a little too pretty.
Ramona, come closerShut softly your watery eyesThe pangs of your sadnessWill pass as your senses will riseFor the flowers of the cityThough breathlike, get deathlike sometimesAnd there's no use in tryin'To deal with the dyin'Though I cannot explain that in linesYour cracked country lipsI still wish to kissAs to be under the strength of your skinYour magnetic movementsStill capture the minutes I'm inBut it grieves my heart, loveTo see you tryin' to be a part ofA world that just don't existIt's all just a dream, babeA vacuum, a scheme, babeThat sucks you into feelin' like thisI can see that your headHas been twisted and fedWith worthless foam from the mouthI can tell you are tornBetween stayin' and returnin'Back to the SouthYou've been fooled into thinkingThat the finishin' end is at handYet there's no one to beat youNo one t' defeat you'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling badI've heard you say many timesThat you're better than no oneAnd no one is better than youIf you really believe thatYou know you haveNothing to win and nothing to loseFrom fixtures and forces and friendsYour sorrow does stemThat hype you and type youMaking you feelThat you gotta be exactly like themI'd forever talk to youBut soon my wordsWould turn into a meaningless ringFor deep in my heartI know there is no help I can bringEverything passesEverything changesJust do what you think you should doAnd someday maybeWho knows, babyI'll come and be cryin' to you