Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleeping and there
In the jingle jangle morning
Though you might hear laughing,
swinging madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone,
it's just escaping on the run
there are no fences facing
And if you hear vague traces
of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time,
I wouldn't pay it any mind
It's just a ragged clown behind,
it's just a shadow you're
and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
Disappearing through the smoke rings of
my mind down the foggy ruins of time
far past the frozen leaves
the haunted frightened trees
Far from the twisted reach
with one hand waving free,
circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and things
hidden deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today
and there is no place I'm going to
In the jingle jangle morning
