Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. In a jingle-tangle morning, I'll come 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, I am branded on my feet. I have no one to meet and my ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming.
Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. In a jingle-tangle morning, I'll come following you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship. My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes too numb to step.
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade into my own parade. Cast your dance and spill my way, I promise to the wanderers.
Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. In a jingle-tangle morning, I'll come following you.
Oh you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun. It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escaping on the run. And but for the sky, there are no fences facing.
And if you hear vacant traces of skipping wheels 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 you're seeing that he's chasing.
Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. In a jingle-tangle morning, I'll come following you.
Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me. In a jingle-tangle morning, I'll come following you.
And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, the hearted frightened trees.
