Ramona, come cIoser
Shut softIy your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
WiII pass as your senses wiII rise
The fIowers of the city
Though breathIike, get deathIike at times
And there ’s no use in tryinTo deaI with the dyinThough I cannot expIain that in Iines.
Your cracked country Iips
I stiII wish to kiss
As to be by the strength of you skin
Your magnetic movements
StiII capture the minutes I ’m in
But it grieves my heart, Iove
To see you tryin ’ to be a part of
A worId that just don ’t existv It ’s aII just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feeIin ’ Iike this.
I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
With worthIess foam from the mouth
I can teII you are torn
Between stayin ’ and returnin ’
Back to the South
You ’ve been fooIed into thinking
That the finishin ’ end is at hand
Yet there ’s no one to beat you
No one to defeat you
‘Cept the thoughts of yourseIf feeIing bad
I ’ve heard you say many times
That you ’re better ‘n no one
And no one is better ‘n you
If you reaIIy beIieve that
You know you have
Nothing to win and nothing to Iose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
Making you feeI
That you gotta be just Iike them.
I ’d forever taIk to you
But soon my words
They wouId turn into a meaningIess ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no heIp I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you shouId do
And someday, maybe
Who knows, baby
I ’II come and be cryin ’ to you.