Текст песни Tryin' to Get to Heaven (Live) - Bob Dylan

The air is getting hotter
There's a rumbling in the skies
I've been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It doesn't haunt me like it did before
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere
Tryin' tryin' to get to heaven before they close close the door
When I was in Missouri
They would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see
You broke a heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I've been walking that lonesome valley
Tryin' tryin' to get to heaven before they close close the door
People on the stations
Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin'
Like pendulums swinging on chains
When you think that you've lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I'm just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin' tryin' to get to heaven before they close close the door
I'm going down the river
Down to New Orleans
I close my eyes, close my eyes and wonder
If everything is as hollow as it seems
Some trains don't pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers, like they did before
I been all around the world, boys
Now I'm tryin' tryin' to get to heaven before they close close the door