by Bob Dylan



I can hear the turning of the key

I've been deceived by the clown inside of me.

I thought that he was righteous but he's vain

Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain.



My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost

He's always off somewhere when I need him most.

The Spanish moon is rising on the hill

But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still.



I come back to the town from the flaming moon

I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon.

I love to see you dress before the mirror

Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear?



Everybody's wearing a disguise

To hide what they've got left behind their eyes.

But me, I can't cover what I am

Wherever the children go I'll follow them.



I march in the parade of liberty

But as long as I love you I'm not free.

How long must I suffer such abuse

Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?



I've given up the game, I've got to leave,

The pot of gold is only make-believe.

The treasure can't be found by men who search

Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church.



We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,

I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.

My head tells me it's time to make a change

But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.



One more time at midnight, near the wall

Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl.

Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?

Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it