Текст песни Marchin' to the City (Outtake from 'Time Out Of Mind' Sessions, Version 2) - Bob Dylan

Loneliness
To the mind of its own
The more people around
The more you feel alone

Like a man chained to the earth
Like a silent slave
I've been trying to break free
Out of death's dark cave

For once I had a pretty girl
She did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city bus
And the road ain't long

I was hoping to myself
That we'd never part
You took out the magnets
Right out of my heart

I was hoping we can drink from
Life's clear streams
I was hoping we can dream from
Life's pleasant dreams

Once I had a pretty girl
She did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city bus
And the road ain't long

My house is burning
Up to the sky
I thought it would rain
A bunch of clouds passed by

Sorrow and pity
Through the Earth and the skies
I'm not lookin' for nothin'
In anyone's eyes

Once I had a pretty girl
She did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city bus
And the road ain't long

The wind is blowing
My troubles and dirt
Time to get away
Before someone gets hurt

I just don't know
What I'm gonna do
I was alright
'Til I fell in love with you

Once I had a pretty girl
She did me wrong
Now I'm marching to the city bus
And the road ain't long