Buckets Of Rain- Bob Dylan

Buckets of rain,
buckets of tears,
got all them buckets comin’ out of my ears.
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand.
I got all the love, honey baby,
you can stand.

I been meek,
and hard like an oak.
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke,
friends will arrive, friends will disappear.
If you want me, honey baby,
I’ll be here.

Like your smile,
and your fingertips.
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
everything about you is bringing me,
misery.

Little red wagon,
little red bike.
I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.
I like the way you love me strong and slow.
I’m takin’ you with me, honey baby,
when I go.

Life is sad,
life is a bust.
All ya can do is do what you must.
You do what you must do and ya do it well.
I’ll do it for you, honey baby,
can’t you tell?