But she never escaped my mind
Tangled up in blue
All of these people I used to know
She studied the lines on my face
She said, "You look like the silent type"
Soon to be divorced
Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me
Pouring off of every page
We always did feel the same
She said, "Don't I know your name?"
She was married when we first met
Like it was written in my soul
"We'll meet again someday on the Avenue"
We drove that car as far as we could
So now I'm goin' back again
Later on when the crowd thinned out
Later on when the [Incomprehensible]
Tangled up in blue
I heard her say over my shoulder
And one day the Axe just fell
I had to sell him everything I owned
Abandoned it out west
They're an illusion to me now
Revolution in the air
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue
She was working in a topless place
There was music in the cafes at night
Then he started into dealing with slaves
Sure was gonna be rough
If her hair was still red
Working as a cook for a spell
I was working in the great north woods
In blue
The only thing I knew how to do
Lord knows, I paid some dues getting through
They never did like Papa's homemade dress
I saw a lot of women
I must admit, I felt a little uneasy
'Cause I looking for to be employed
She lit a burner on the stove
I don't know what they're doing with their lives
I thought, she'd never say hello
But I never did like it all that much
Some are carpenters' wives
She said, "You came to the wrong shop"
Tangled up in blue
From me to you
And something inside of him died
Heading out for the east coast
Tangled up in blue
Tangled up in blue
I was just about to do the same
I don't know how it all got started
I turned around to look at her
And froze up inside
And I stopped in for a top
Her folks said our lives together
Rain falling on my shoes
She was standing there in the back of my chair
Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century
I murmured something underneath my breath
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew
And I just grew
A basement down the stairs
But all the while I was alone the past was close behind
And offered me a pipe
Wondering if she'd changed at all
Workin' for awhile on a fishing boat
And flowed like burning coal
Mama's bank book wasn't big enough
I said, I was a missing half of my face
And every one of them words rang true
Headin' for another joint
I became withdrawn
I was standing on the side of the road
I helped her out of herself I guess
Both agreeing it was best
So I drifted down to New Orleans
When she bent down to tie the lace of my shoe
But me, I'm still on the road
But I used a little too much force
She was a-walking away
Some are mathematicians
I lived with them on Montague Street
I got to get to her somehow
Right outside of Delacroix
Split up on a dark sad night
