Words and Music by Bob Dylan 1975, 1985 Ram's Horn Music
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 . 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.