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ONE TOO MANY MORNINGS |
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words and music Bob Dylan |
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Down the street the dogs are barkin' |
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And the day is a-gettin' dark. |
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As the night comes in a-fallin', |
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All the dogs will lose their bark. |
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An' the silent night will shatter |
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From the thoughts inside my mind, |
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For I'm one too many mornings |
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And a thousand miles behind. |
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At the crossroads of my doorstep, |
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My eyes they start to fade, |
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And I turn my head back to the room |
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Where my love and I have laid. |
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An' I gaze back to the street, |
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The sidewalk and the sign, |
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And I'm one too many mornings |
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An' a thousand miles behind. |
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It's a restless hungry feeling |
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That don't mean no one no good, |
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When ev'rything I'm sayin' |
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You can say it just as good. |
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You're right from your side, |
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But I was right from mine. |
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We're both just too many mornings |
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An' a thousand miles behind. |
