Bob Dylan - Tryin' To Get To Heaven Lyrics
The air is getting hotterTheres a rumbling in the skiesIve been wading through the high muddy waterWith the heat rising in my eyesEvery day your memory grows dimmerIt doesnt haunt me like it did beforeIve been walking through the middle of nowhereTrying to get to heaven before they close the doorWhen I was in missouriThey would not let me beI had to leave there in a hurryI only saw what they let me seeYou broke a heart that loved youNow you can seal up the book and not write anymoreIve been walking that lonesome valleyTrying to get to heaven before they close the doorPeople on the platformsWaiting for the trainsI can hear their hearts a-beatinLike pendulums swinging on chainsWhen you think that you lost everythingYou find out you can always lose a little moreIm just going down the road feeling badTrying to get to heaven before they close the doorIm going down the riverDown to new orleansThey tell me everything is gonna be all rightBut I dont know what all right even meansI was riding in a buggy with miss mary-janeMiss mary-jane got a house in baltimoreI been all around the world, boysNow Im trying to get to heaven before they close the doorGonna sleep down in the parlorAnd relive my dreamsIll close my eyes and I wonderIf everything is as hollow as it seemsSome trains dont pull no gamblersNo midnight ramblers, like they did beforeI been to sugar town, I shook the sugar downNow Im trying to get to heaven before they close the door
