Love Sick
Bob Dylan

Iím walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping

Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someoneís distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping

Iím sick of love but Iím in the thick of it
This kind of love Iím so sick of it

I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them ítil theyíre gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow

Iím sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; Iím love sick

Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder
Sometimes I feel like Iím being plowed under
Could you ever be true? I think of you
And I wonder

Iím sick of love; I wish Iíd never met you
Iím sick of love; Iím trying to forget you

Just donít know what to do
Iíd give anything to be with you