Bob Dylan

Can't Escape From You
Oh the evening train is rolling All along the [homeward] way All my hopes are over the horizon All my dreams have gone [astray/away/in vain] . . . The hillside darkly [shaded/shading] . . . Stars fall from above . . . All the joys of earth [are/have] [faded/fading] . . . The night's untouched [by/my] love I'll be here 'til tomorrow Beneath a shroud of grey I pretend I'm free of sorrow My heart is miles away . . . The dead bells are ringing . . . My train is overdue . . . To your memory I'm clinging . . . I can't escape from you Well I hear the sound of thunder Roaring loud and long Sometimes you've got to wonder God knows I've done no wrong . . . You've wasted all your power . . . You threw out the Christmas pie . . . Now you're withering like a flower . . . You'll play the fool and die I'm neither sad nor sorry SongtexteI'm all dressed up in black I fought for fame and glory You tried to break my back . . . In the far off sweet forever . . . The sunshine peeking through . . . We should have walked together . . . I can't escape from you I cannot grasp the shadows That gather near the door Rain falls round my window I wish I'd seen you more . . . The path is ever winding . . . The stars they never age . . . The morning light is blinding . . . All the world's a stage Should be the time of gladness Happy faces everywhere The mystery of madness Is propagating in the air . . . I don't like the city . . . Not like some folks do . . . Isn't it a pity . . . I can't escape from you We ploughed the fields of heaven Right down to the end I hope I can be forgiven If any words of mine offend . . . All our days were splendid . . . They were simple, they were plain . . . It never should have ended . . . I should have kissed you in the rain I've been thinking things all over All the moments full of grace The primrose and the clover Your everchanging face . . . Can't help looking at you . . . You made love with god-knows-who . . . Never found a girl to match you . . . I can't escape from you Aus Songtexte Mania