Wondering if she had changed at all,
if her hair was still red
they said our lives together,
it sure was gonna be rough
They never did like momma's
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And she was standing on the
As rain's falling on my shoes
I'm heading out for the old east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
She was married when we first met,
I helped her out of a jam I guess,
but I used a little too much force
So we drove that car as far as we could,
Split up on a dark, sad night,
both agreeing it was best
I heard a say over my shoulder
We're gonna meet again someday
We got tangled up in blue
So I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was lucky enough to
Working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind me
But she never escaped my mind
She was working in a topless place
and I just stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at the side of her face
in the spotlight so clear
Then later on as the car thing died
I was just about to do the same
She was standing there at
Singing, tell me don't I know your name
I know there's something under
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
So she lit a burner on a stove
I thought that you would never say hello,
You looked like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
Written by an Italian poet
And every one of those words rang true
Flowing like burning coal
It's falling off of every page
like I'm switching in my soul
I live within on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes
A night of revelation in the air
Till he started to dream that
Something inside of him died
The old man froze up inside
And finally as the bottle fell out
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keeping on
We are tangled up in blue
Well now I'm going back again,
All the people that we used to know,
they're an illusion to me now
some are carpenter's wives
We don't know how this got started,
don't know what we do with our lives
Me, I'm still on the road,
heading for another joint
We didn't always see the same,
a different point of view
