Bob Dylan, The Band - Tears of Rage lyrics
[Bob Dylan, The Band - Tears of Rage lyrics]
We carried you in our
Arms on Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside
And put us on our way
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot
Yet always answer no?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one
Who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
It was all pointed out the way to
Go and scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought that
It was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
Now I want you to know
That while you were watched
Discovered that there was no one true
That I myself really thought
It was just a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one
Who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
It was all very
Very painless when you ran out to receive
All that false instruction which
We never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
Oh, but what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one
Who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
Arms on Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside
And put us on our way
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot
Yet always answer no?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one
Who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
It was all pointed out the way to
Go and scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought that
It was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
Now I want you to know
That while you were watched
Discovered that there was no one true
That I myself really thought
It was just a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one
Who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief
It was all very
Very painless when you ran out to receive
All that false instruction which
We never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
Oh, but what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I always the one
Who must be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so alone
And life is brief