Up To Me

Album: Cardiff Rose (1976)
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  • Everythin' went from bad to worse,
    Money never changed a thing,
    Death kept followin', trackin' us down,
    At least I heard your bluebird sing.
    Now somebody's got to show their hand,
    Time is an enemy,
    I know you're long gone,
    I guess it must be up to me.

    If I'd thought about it
    I never would've done it,
    I guess I would've let it slide,
    If I'd lived my life
    By what others were thinkin',
    The heart inside me would've died.
    I was just too stubborn
    To ever be governed
    By enforced insanity,
    Someone had to reach
    For the risin' star,
    I guess it was up to me.

    Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out
    And the orchids are in bloom,
    I've only got me
    One good shirt left
    And it smells of stale perfume.
    In fourteen months
    I've only smiled once
    And I didn't do it consciously,
    Somebody's got to find your trail,
    I guess it must be up to me.

    It was like a revelation
    When you betrayed me with your touch,
    I'd just about convinced myself
    That nothin' had changed that much.
    The old Rounder in the iron mask
    Slipped me the master key,
    Somebody had to unlock your heart,
    He said it was up to me.

    Well, I watched you slowly disappear
    Down into the officers' club,
    I would've followed you in the door
    But I didn't have a ticket stub.
    So I waited all night
    'Til the break of day,
    Hopin' one of us could get free,
    When the dawn came over the river bridge,
    I knew it was up to me.

    Oh, the only decent thing I did
    When I worked as a postal clerk
    Was to haul your picture down off the wall
    Near the cage where I used to work.
    Was I a fool or not
    To try to protect your identity?
    You looked a little
    Burned out, my friend,
    I thought it might be up to me.

    Well, I met somebody face to face
    And I had to remove my hat,
    She's everything I need and love
    But I can't be swayed by that.
    It frightens me,
    The awful truth of
    How sweet life can be,
    But she ain't a-gonna make me move,
    I guess it must be up to me.

    We heard the Sermon on the Mount
    And I knew it was too complex,
    It didn't amount to anything more
    Than what the broken glass reflects.
    When you bite off more
    Than you can chew
    You pay the penalty,
    Somebody's got to tell the tale,
    I guess it must be up to me.

    Well, Dupree came in pimpin' tonight
    To the Thunderbird Cafe,
    Crystal wanted to talk to him,
    I had to look the other way.
    Well, I just can't rest
    Without you, love,
    I need your company,
    But you ain't a-gonna cross the line,
    I guess it must be up to me.

    There's a note left in the bottle,
    You can give it to Estelle,
    She's the one
    You been wond'rin' about,
    But there's really
    Nothin' much to tell.
    We both heard voices for a while,
    Now the rest is history,
    Somebody's got to cry some tears,
    I guess it must be up to me.

    So go on, boys, and play your hands,
    Life is a pantomime,
    The ringleaders
    From the county seat
    Say you don't have all that much time.
    And the girl with me
    Behind the shades,
    She ain't my property,
    One of us has got to hit the road,
    I guess it must be up to me.

    And if we never meet again,
    Baby, remember me,
    How my lone guitar
    Played sweet for you
    That old-time melody.
    And the harmonica around my neck,
    I blew it for you, free,
    No one else could play that tune,
    You know it was up to me. Writer/s: Bob Dylan
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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