Robyn Hitch***** - Tangled Up In Blue Lyrics
Early one morning the sun was shiningI was laying in bedWondering if she'd changed at allIf her hair was still redHer folks said our lives togetherSure was gonna be roughNever did like Papa's homemade dressMama's bankbook wasn't big enoughI was standing on the side of the roadRain falling on my shoesHeading out for the east coastLord knows I paid some dues getting throughTangled up in blueShe was married when we first metSoon to be divorcedI helped her out of herself I guessBut I used a little too much forceWe drove that car as far as we couldAbandoned it out WestSplit up on a dark sad nightBoth agreeing it was bestI turned around to look at herShe was a-walking awayI heard her say over my shoulder"We'll meet again somedayOn the AvenueTangled up in blue."I was working in the great north woodsWorking as a cook for a spellBut I never did like it all that muchAnd one day the axe just fellSo I drifted down to New OrleansLooking for to be employedWorkin' for awhile on a fishing boatRight outside of DelacroixBut all the while I was aloneThe past was close behindI saw a lot of womenBut she never escaped my mindAnd I just grewTangled up in blueShe was working in a topless placeAnd I stopped in for a topI said I was missing half of my faceShe said "You've come to the wrong shop."Later on when the crowd thinned outI was just about to do the sameShe was standing there in the back of my chairShe said "Don't I know your name?"I murmured something underneath my breathShe studied the lines on my faceI must admit I felt a little uneasyWhen she bent down to tie the laceOf my shoeTangled up in blueShe lit a burner on the stoveAnd offered me a pipeI thought she'd never say helloShe said, "You look like the silent type."Then she opened up a book of poemsAnd handed it to meWritten by an Italian poet from the thirteenth centuryAnd every one of them words rang trueAnd flowed like burning coalPouring off of every page like it was written in my soulFrom me to youTangled up in blueI lived with them on Montague StreetA basement down the stairsThere was music in the cafes at nightRevolution in the airThen he started into dealing with slavesAnd something inside of him diedI had to sell him everything I ownedAnd froze up insideLater on on the bottom fell outI became withdrawnThe only thing I knew how to doWas how to keep on keepin' onLike a bird that flewIn blueSo now I'm goin' back againI got to get to her somehowAll of these people I used to knowThey're an illusion nowSome are mathematiciansSome are carpenters' wivesI don't know how they got startedI don't know what they're doing with their livesBut me, I'm still on the roadHeadin' for another jointWe always did feel the sameWe just saw it from a different pointOf viewTangled up in blueGo Bill, yeah!
