by Bob Dylan



Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha

Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha

Honey, we could be in Kansas

By time the snow begins to thaw.



They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn

They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn

But you wouldn't know it by me

Every day's been darkness since you been gone.



Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind

Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind

Well, I feel just like that rooster

Honey, ya treat me so unkind.



The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed

Well, the birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed

Well now, I ain't got any matches

And the station doors are closed.



Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above

Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above

Well, you know I even outran the hound dogs

Honey, you know I've earned your love.



Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship

Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship

Ain't that just like my heart, babe

When you kissed my lips?