SWEET JUDY BLUE EYES
"How does it go?" she asked.
She couldn't remember.
It was long ago.
But she remembered that night.
They sang, they danced,
And she drank too much.
She did in those days.
She'd been sober, now, forever,
But those were the days, my friend,
Of drink without end.
She stumbled upstairs,
Fell into bed,
Fell into sleep,
No, she said, remembering aright,
Passed out.
And awoke early in the morning.
Head still pounding.
Something still pounding.
Dark in the room,
And the wind howling.
No, not the wind.
It was Dylan downstairs,
Pounding on the piano
And howling.
She glanced at the clock.
Three a.m., and he wasn't sleepy,
He wasn't going anywhere,
And she listened as he asked
Mr. Tambourine Man
To play him a song.
I want that song, she remembered.
That song...
"How does it go?" she asked,
Remembering the moment,
But not the words.
It was long ago.
I wasn't there,
But I remembered the words.
So I sang them for her.
She smiled & asked,
"Want to go on the road?"
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