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
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 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