Grateful Dead: Tangled up in blue

Early one mornin the sun was shinin, I was layin in bedWondrin if shed changed at all if her hair was still redHer folks they said our lives together sure was gonna be roughThey never did like Mamas homemade dressPapas bankbook wasnt big enoughAnd I was standin on the side of the road rain fallin on my shoesHeading out for the East CoastLord knows Ive paid some dues gettin through tangled up in blueShe was married when we first met soon to be divorcedI helped her out of a jam, I guess, but I used a little too much forceWe drove that car as far as we could abandoned it out WestSplit up on a dark sad night both agreeing it was bestShe turned around to look at me as I was walkin awayI heard her say over my shoulder,Well meet again someday on the avenue, tangled up in blueI had a job in the great north woods working as a cook for a spellBut I never did like it all that much and one day the ax just fellSo I drifted down to New Orleans where I happened to be employedWorkin for a while on a fishin boat right outside of DelacroixBut all the while I was alone the past was close behindI seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind,And I just grew tangled up in blueShe was workin in a topless place and I stopped in for a beerI just kept lookin at the side of her face in the spotlight so clearAnd later on as the crowd thinned out Is just about to do the sameShe was standing there in back of my chairSaid to me, Dont you know my name?I muttered somethin under my breathShe studied the lines on my face, I must admit I felt a little uneasyWhen she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, tangled up in blueShe lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipeI thought youd never say hello, she saidYou look like the silent type.Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to meWritten by an Italian poet from the thirteenth centuryAnd every one of them words rang true and glowed like burnin coalPourin off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to youTangled up in blueI lived with them on Montague Street in a basement down the stairsThere was music in the cafes at night and revolution in the airThen he started into dealing with slaves and something inside him diedShe had to sell everything she owned and froze up insideAnd when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawnThe only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin onLike a bird that flew, tangled up in blueAll the people we used to know theyre an illusion to me nowSome are mathematicians some are carpenters wivesDont know how it all got startedI dont know what theyre doin with their livesBut me, Im still on the road headin for another jointWe always did feel the same we just saw it from another point of viewTangled up in blue