I’m walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weepingDid I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone’s distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping
This is indeed a GREAT version.
Copa Room
Sands Casino
Atlantic City, New Jersey
27 February 1999
Early show
- Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
- Bucky Baxter (pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
- Larry Campbell (guitar)
- Tony Garnier (bass)
- David Kemper (drums & percussion)
I’m sick of love but I’m in the thick of it
This kind of love I’m so sick of itI see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them ’til they’re gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadowI’m sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I’m love sickSometimes the silence can be like the thunder
Sometimes I feel like I’m being plowed under
Could you ever be true? I think of you
And I wonderI’m sick of love; I wish I’d never met you
I’m sick of love; I’m trying to forget youJust don’t know what to do
I’d give anything to be with you
-Egil
I’m sick of love too