To Ramona - Live

Ramona, come closer,
 Shut softly your watery eyes.
 The pangs of your sadness
 will pass as your senses will rise.
 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 movements
 Still capture the minutes I'm in.
 But it grieves my heart, love,
 To see you tryin' 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
 on back 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,
 except 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,
 and 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 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.