by Bob Dylan



I'm walking through streets that are dead

Walking, walking with you in my head

My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired

And the clouds are weeping



Did I hear someone tell a lie?

Did I hear someone's distant cry?

I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile

While I was sleeping



I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it

This kind of love I'm so sick of it



I see, I see lovers in the meadow

I see, I see silhouettes in the window

I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on

To a shadow



I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick

This kind of love; I'm love sick



Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder

Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder

Could you ever be true?

I think of you

And I wonder



I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you

I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you



Just don't know what to do

I'd give anything to

Be with you