Early one morning
     I see the entire day cycle as my life, so early morning would be
     earlier in my life
The Sun was shinning
     Sun shinning= good fortune, bright future
But i was lying in bed
     I need to move...sun is out i need to wake up and "smell the
     coffee"
Wondering if she Changed at all
     She= the former girl of my dreams..the one i really liked for a good
     4 to 5 years, and so im wondering if she mite like me yet
And if her hair was still red
     If her ideas on life were still the same, or maybe she changed 'em
Her folks they said our lives together were gonna be rough
     folks= opinions on what she wanted, and on how she saw me
They never did like mama's homemade dress, papa's bankbook was big enough
     not quite sure what these two things were, but two philisophies she
     had that made her opinions up
And I was standing on the side of the road, rain falling on my shoe, heading
off for the east coast, lord know's ive paid some dues, gettin' through
Tangled up in Blue
     east coast= good school= notre dame
     rain falling on my shoes= not caring, hurt, sad, depressed

She was married when we first met
     She had her opinions on me and others at first
But soon to be divorced
     But those would change, as we got to know each other
I helped her out of a jam i guess, but i used a lil' too much force
     We soon became good friends, and i tried to hard to impress her
We drove that car as far we could, abandonded it out west
     I tried as hard as I could to do more than become friends, but
     finally i had to give that thought up
Split up on the docks that nite, agreeing it was best
     She convinced me that she's not the one i wanted, and that
     I should go look other places
She turned around to look at me, as I was walking away. Saying over
her shoulder we will meet again some day. On the Avenue
Tangled up in Blue
     Of course, our paths will cross again, and prolly soon again

I got a job in the great north woods, working as a cook for a spell
     I found new things to occupy my mind, and forget about her
But i never did like it all that much and one day the axe just fell
     I didnt like what i was doing and what i was becoming
So i drifted down to New Orleans, lucky to be employed
     I left trying other stuff, and tried some more new stuff
Working for awhile on a fishing boat, right outside the dela gro' (sp)
     Fishing: for the new lady in my life, but the one i used to like
     ( and) perhaps now for a 2nd time is rite there too
But all the while, I was alone, the past was close behind. Ive seen a lot of
women, but she has never escaped my mind. She just grew
Tangled up in blue
     (this is time 2) Ah...I just can not get rid of her, she is still
     there..why cant i get over it and accept it.???
She was workin' in a topless place
     Doing stuff I would never expect from her( symbolically of course..,
     but just in general i guess)
And I stopped in for a beer
     Kick back, relax...drink away all my problems, forget em..but
     wait.. there she is ..oh no
I just kept looking at the side of her face, with the spotlight
so clear
     TIMEOUT here, she's working in a top-less place, and all's I do
     is look at her face...exactly...why??..because thats the respect
     I always had for her...and its so much easier to read a face
Later on, when the crowd thinned out
     Every came, saw what they wanted, and left
I was just about to do the same
     No point bringing up that topic again, better just leave it as it is
     and try to avoid it
But she was standing there, back of my chair, said to me "Dont i know ya name"
     she knew we needed to talk again( from others) and pretty much
     got me talking again, telling her what i thought,
I muttered something underneath my breath
     I tried to talk..but couldnt force myself to say it
She studied the lines on my face
     But she knew what I had to say
Must admit, felt a lil uneasy, when she bent down to tie the lace on my shoe
TUIB
     If felt weird telling her this stuff..but she helped me out
     and we talked
She lit the burner on the stove, and offered me a pipe
     She "lit" our conversation up, by talking herself first, then
     passed me the "pipe"..my turn to talk up
Thought you'd never say hello she said, you look like the silent type
     It was tough for me talking and telling her this
Then she opened up her book of poems and handed it to me
     She started telling me stuff, advice and so forth
Written by an Italian Poet from the 13th Century
     Italian Poet (13th Cent) = Sonnets , and sonnets are poems about
     love that will never happen.....exactly rite
And every one of those words rang true, and glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page, like it was written in my soul
From me to you, TUIB
     She gave me some advice...deep advice...that just made me (and
     my soul) feel better.  And everything she said made sense
     to me
I lived w/in my Montague street with a basement down stairs
     I am finally on my own...living alone, not caught up on her
     any more
There was music in the cafe's at nite, a celebration in the air
     Finally i can appreciate other things, and am..more or less
     free to live and have fun!!
Then he started in to dealing w/ slaves and something in side of him died
She had to sell everything she owned and froze up inside
     I am not quite sure what this means...if anybody has suggestions
     let me know, thanks..   Perhaps now I see her differently
     then I did..and that was stated above
And finally when the bottom fell out, I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do, was keep on keepin on
Like a bird that flew, TUIB
     I became totally disinterested in her, and finally the lack
     of my interest started to show, and maybe I felt bad a bit
     so i withdrew from everyone for a time being.  But eventually
     I bounced back, and keept' on keepin on baby!
So now Im going back to her again, I gotta get to her somehow
     after the brief stint of withdrawness, I came back
     to reality , but we still remained good friends
All the people we used to know are an illusion to me know
     The way I used to look at some people before...when
     I was obsessed w/ her are no longer there..  I wish
     I could go back and meet this people again, and not
     rule them out, simply because they were not her.
Some are mathematicans
     ME
Some are carpenters wives ( or truckdriver's wives)
     The girl of my future could be someone I would never expect
I dont know how it all got started, dont know what they do w/ their lives
     Most peoples pasts are hidden...and for a reason, and what
     people do w/ their lives when I am not around doesnt all
     concern me
But me, I am still on the road, heading for another joint
     As i often do, i change and move on to new places new people..
     blah blah....and so..i must keep on keepin on
We all dont feel the same, we just tell it from a different point
of view, TUIB
     Quite true..sometimes people can get many different stories
     about the same event....different things bother each of us
     differently, because we are differently