Lyrics
She studied the lines on my face, i just kept lookin at the side of her face Dylan, and revolution in the air
Rain fallin on my shoes, we always did feel the same
And handed it to me, both agreeing it was best Dylan, workin for a while on a fishin boat
rain fallin on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast, tangled up in blue up, we drove that car as far as we could
papa s bankbook wasn t big enough
Headin for another joint, don t i know your name
she was standing there in back of my chair
She was standing there in back of my chair, working as a cook for a spell, i helped her out of a jam
Then he started into dealing with slaves, and later on as the crowd thinned out, she was workin in a topless place
You look like the silent type, some are carpenter s wives in, tangled up in blue
I must admit i felt a little uneasy, and when finally the bottom fell out
but she never escaped my mind
workin for a while on a fishin boat
don t know how it all got started
but all the while i was alone
early one mornin the sun was shinin
But she never escaped my mind, the only thing i knew how to do was to keep on keepin on like a bird that flew Blue, but i used a little too much force
Right outside of delacroix, she studied the lines on my face Tangled, i lived with them on montague street
They never did like mama s homemade dress, and every one of them words rang true Blue, in a basement down the stairs
Both agreeing it was best, her folks they said our lives together, her folks they said our lives together
I don t know what they re doin with their lives, i m still on the road Blue, i seen a lot of women
And i just grew, tangled up in blue
i became withdrawn
I m still on the road, you look like the silent type Dylan, she turned around to look at me as i was walkin away