Tomorrow Is A Long Time

By Bob Dylan

If today was not a crooked highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to ye at all.

Yes, ‘n’ only if my own true love was waitin’,
‘N’ if I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin’,
Yes, ‘n’ only if she was lyin’ by me,
Then I’d lie in my bed once again.

I can’t see my reflection in the water,
I can’t speak the sounds to show no pain,
I can’t hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or remember the sounds of my own name.

Yes, ‘n’ only if my own true love was waitin’,
‘N’ if I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin’,
Yes, ‘n’ only if she was lyin’ by me,
Then I’d lie in my bed once again.

There’s beauty in that silver, singin’ river,
There’s beauty in that rainbow in the sky,
But none of these and nothin’ else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love’s eyes.

Yes, ‘n’ only if my own true love was waitin’,
If I could only hear her heart a-softly poundin’,
Yes, ‘n’ only if she was lyin’ by me,
Then I’d lie in my bed once again.

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