by Bob Dylan and Helena Springs



She's like sweet water that runs down my face,

I keep her posted in diamonds and lace.

I give her freedom and what else I can find,

But I know she's restless in her mind

And the wandering kind.



Way down in Texas many years ago,

She traveled with me to ease my heavy load.

Some big shot saw her 'cause she looked so fine,

How was he to know she was restless in her mind

And the wandering kind.



A strange bedfellow wandered in her room

She was more unfaithful than I ever could assume

She took his money and slayed him from behind

'Cause she knew she was restless in her mind

She's the wander kind.



Down at the border with new plans of my own

Don't need no woman I'll go it alone

I miss my baby and I can't keep from cryin'

'Cause I know she's restless in her mind

And the wandering kind.



I should have known better than to get mixed up with her

I guess I'll never know for sure

For better or worse the situation now is reversed

And I'm broke 'cause she is no longer first in my heart.



I wrote this letter before leaving the hotel

To where she's staying in that dark adobe cell

I tried to help her but she knows I'm not blind

And because I'm not restless in my mind

I'm the wandering kind.