Bob Dylan
Tomorrow is a long time
If today were not an endless highway
If tonight were not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
Yes only if my own true love were waiting
And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding
And only if she were lying by me
And I lie in my bed once again
I can't see my reflection on the water
I can't speak the sounds that know no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes only if my own true love were waiting
And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding
And only if she were lying by me
And I lie in my bed once again
There's beauty in the silver singing river
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes only if my own true love were waiting
And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding
And only if she were lying by me
And I lie in my bed once again
If tonight were not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
Yes only if my own true love were waiting
And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding
And only if she were lying by me
And I lie in my bed once again
I can't see my reflection on the water
I can't speak the sounds that know no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes only if my own true love were waiting
And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding
And only if she were lying by me
And I lie in my bed once again
There's beauty in the silver singing river
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes only if my own true love were waiting
And if I could hear her heart a softly pounding
And only if she were lying by me
And I lie in my bed once again