To Ramona (Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY - October 1964)

Ramona, come closer, shut softly your watery eyes

The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses will rise

For the flowers of the city,

Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes

And there's no use in trying to deal with

The dying, though I cannot explain that in lines

Your cracked country lips,

I still wish to kiss, as to be by the strength of your skin

Your magnetic movement still captures 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

I can see that your head has been twisted

And fed with worthless foam from the mouth

I can tell you are torn between

Staying and returning back to 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

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

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