Текст песни Standing in the Doorway (Live in London, England - October 6, 2000) - Bob Dylan

I'm walking through the summer nights
Jukebox playing low
Yesterday, everything was moving too fast
Today everything's going too slow
I got no one left to turn
I got nothing left to burn
I don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow

You left me standing
Standing in the doorway, crying
I got nothing to go back to now

The light in this place is so bad
Yeah, it's making me sick in the head
All the laughter is just making me sad
Even he stars have turned cherry red
I'm strumming on this gay guitar
Smoking on a cheap cigar
Oh, the ghost of our old love has not gone away
And it don't look it like it will anytime soon

You left me standing
Standing in the doorway, crying
Under the midnight moon

I'll eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry
And live my life on the square
And even if the flesh falls off of my face
I know someone will be there to care
It always means so much
Even the softest touch
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation
There are no words that need to be said

You left me standing
Standing in the doorway crying
Blues wrapped around my head