Tomorrow Is A Long Time. Bob Dylan
If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and if only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
only if she was lyin' by me,
would I lie in my bed once again.
I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds to show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or remember the sound of my own name.
There's beauty in that silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in that rainbow in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again