Tryin` To Get To Heaven — текст песни (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
Trying to get to heaven before they 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
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

People on the platforms
Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin`
Like pendulums swinging on chains
When you think that you lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I`m just going down the road feeling bad
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

I`m going down the river
Down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be all right
But I don`t know what "all right" even means
I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
I been all around the world, boys
Now I`m trying to get to heaven before they close the door

Gonna sleep down in the parlor
And relive my dreams
I`ll close my eyes and I 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 to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Now I`m trying to get to heaven before they close the door