( Bob Dylan cover / Live performance with Ellen Verdries, his mother )
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If today was not an endless highway
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If tonight was not a crooked trail
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If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
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Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
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Only if my own true love was waitin'
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And if I could hear his heart a-softly poundin'
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Only if he was lyin' by me
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Could I rest in my bed once again
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I can't see my reflection in the water
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I can't speak the sounds that know no pain
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I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
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Or can't remember the sound of my own name
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Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'
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Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
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And only if my own true love was waitin'
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And if I could hear his heart a-softly poundin'
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Only if he was lyin' by me
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Could I rest in my bed once again
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There's beauty in the silver singin' river
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There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky
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But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty
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That I remember in my own true lover's eyes
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And only if my own true love was waitin'
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And if I could hear his heart a-softly poundin'
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Only if he was lyin' by me
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Could I rest in my bed once again
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Could I rest in my bed once again
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Tomorrow is a long time
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| Ben Harper |
