Kenny Rankin Follow

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place that I am going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following, following you

Though I know that evening's empire
Has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand
But still not sleeping

My weariness amazes me
'Cause I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's
Too dead for dreaming

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following, following you

Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging
Madly across the sun
It's not really aimed at anyone
Escaping on the run
And but for the sky, there are no fences facing

If you hear vague traces
Of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time
It's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind
It's just a shadow that you're seeing that he's chasing

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play another song for me
In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you, following you

Take me on a trip upon your
Magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for
Wait only for
Wait only for