To ramona
The flying burrito brothersShut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
But the flowers of the city
Thou breath like yet
Death like thee at times
There's no use in trying
To deal with the dying
Though I can not explain that in rhymes
Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
Have to be by the touch of your skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the moments I'm in
It grieves my heart, love
To see you trying
To be a part of a world
That just don't exist
It's all just a scheme, babe
A vaccum of dreams
That sucks you into
Feeling like this
I've heard you say many times
That your better than no one
And no one is better than you
If you really believe that
You know you have nothing to win
And nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
They'll hype you and type
A make you feel
That you got to be just like them
I'd forever talk to you
But soon my words would turn
Into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
There's no help I can bring
Everything passes everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
Then someday maybe
Who knows, baby
I'll come and be crying to you