To Ramona (Live at the Newport Folk Festival, Newport, RI - July 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 at times
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 scheme, babe, a vacuum, a dream, babe
That sucks you into feeling 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 on 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 got 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 must be just like them

I'd forever talk to you
But soon my words, they would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart I know there is 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