作词 : Bob Dylan 作曲 : Bob Dylan Everythin' went from bad to worse, Money never changed a thing, Death kept followin', trackin' us down, At least I heard your bluebird sing. Now somebody's got to show their hand, Time is an enemy, I know you're long gone, I guess it must be up to me. If I'd thought about it I never would've done it, I guess I would've let it slide, If I'd lived my life By what others were thinkin', The heart inside me would've died. I was just too stubborn To ever be governed By enforced insanity, Someone had to reach For the risin' star, I guess it was up to me. Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out And the orchids are in bloom, I've only got me One good shirt left And it smells of stale perfume. In fourteen months I've only smiled once And I didn't do it consciously, Somebody's got to find your trail, I guess it must be up to me. It was like a revelation When you betrayed me with your touch, I'd just about convinced myself That nothin' had changed that much. The old Rounder in the iron mask Slipped me the master key, Somebody had to unlock your heart, He said it was up to me. Well, I watched you slowly disappear Down into the officers' club, I would've followed you in the door But I didn't have a ticket stub. So I waited all night 'Til the break of day, Hopin' one of us could get free, When the dawn came over the river bridge, I knew it was up to me. Oh, the only decent thing I did When I worked as a postal clerk Was to haul your picture down off the wall Near the cage where I used to work. Was I a fool or not To try to protect your identity? You looked a little Burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me. Well, I met somebody face to face And I had to remove my hat, She's everything I need
作词 : Bob Dylan 作曲 : Bob Dylan Everythin' went from bad to worse, Money never changed a thing, Death kept followin', trackin' us down, At least I heard your bluebird sing. Now somebody's got to show their hand, Time is an enemy, I know you're long gone, I guess it must be up to me. If I'd thought about it I never would've done it, I guess I would've let it slide, If I'd lived my life By what others were thinkin', The heart inside me would've died. I was just too stubborn To ever be governed By enforced insanity, Someone had to reach For the risin' star, I guess it was up to me. Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out And the orchids are in bloom, I've only got me One good shirt left And it smells of stale perfume. In fourteen months I've only smiled once And I didn't do it consciously, Somebody's got to find your trail, I guess it must be up to me. It was like a revelation When you betrayed me with your touch, I'd just about convinced myself That nothin' had changed that much. The old Rounder in the iron mask Slipped me the master key, Somebody had to unlock your heart, He said it was up to me. Well, I watched you slowly disappear Down into the officers' club, I would've followed you in the door But I didn't have a ticket stub. So I waited all night 'Til the break of day, Hopin' one of us could get free, When the dawn came over the river bridge, I knew it was up to me. Oh, the only decent thing I did When I worked as a postal clerk Was to haul your picture down off the wall Near the cage where I used to work. Was I a fool or not To try to protect your identity? You looked a little Burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me. Well, I met somebody face to face And I had to remove my hat, She's everything I need
