C G7 Ramona come closer shut softly your watery eyes. Dm7 G7 Dm7 G7 The pangs of your sadness will pass as your senses will rise. F G7 The flowers of the city though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes. Dm7 G7 Dm7 But aint no use in tryinʼ to deal with the dyinʼ G7 C 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 Iʼm in. But it grieves my heart love to see you trying to be a part of a world that just donʼt exsist. Itʼs all just a dream babe, a vacum a scheme 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 the south. Youʼve been fooled into thinking that the finishing end is at hand. Yet thereʼs no one to beat you, no one to defeat you. &ʼCept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. Iʼve heard you say many times that your 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 makinʼ you feel That you gotta be just like them. Iʼd forever talk to you but soon my words would turn into a meaningless ring. For deep in my heart I know theres no help I can bring. Everything passes, everythingchanges, just do what you think you should do. And someday maybe, who knows baby. Iʼll come and be crying to you.
