To Ramona - Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY - October 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 sometimes
 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 dream, babe, a vacuum,
 A scheme, babe, that sucks you into feelin' 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 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 have 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 gotta be just like them
 I'd forever talk to you,
 But soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring
 For deep in my heart I know there's 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