Hey,
Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and
there ain't no place I'm going to.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning
I'll come following you.
Though I know that evenings empire
has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand
but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me,
I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet,
And the ancient empty street's
too dead for dreaming.
Take me on a trip upon
your magic swirling ship.
My senses have been stripped,
May hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step,
Wait only for my bootheels
to be wandering.
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade,
Into my own parade.
Cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Though you might hear laughing,
spinning, swinging madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone,
It's just escaping on the run,
And but for the sky
there are no fences facing.
And if you hear vague traces
of skipping reels of rhyme,
To your tambourine in time.
It's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind,
It's just a shadow you're seeing that
he's chasing.
Take me disappearing
through the smoke rings of my mind.
Down the foggy ruins of time,
far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted frightened trees,
Out to the windy bench,
Far from the twisted reach
of crazy sorrow.
Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky
with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea,
circled by the circus sands
with all memory and fate
driven deep beneath the waves,
