Tryin’ to Get to Heaven (version 2) Songtext
von Bob Dylan

Well, the air is getting hotter
There′s a rumblin' in the skies
I′ve been wading through high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes

Every day, your memory grows dimmer
It doesn't haunt me like it did before
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere
Tryin′ to get to heaven before they close the door

When I was in Missouri
They would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see

You broke a heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book, you don′t have to write anymore
I've been walkin′ that lonesome valley
Now I'm tryin′ to get to heaven before they close the door


People on the platforms
Waitin' for the trains
I can hear their hearts, they′re beating
Like pendulums swinging on chains

You think that you have lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I'm just going down the road, feelin' bad
Tryin′ to get to heaven before they close the door

Well, I′m going down the river
Down towards New Orleans
They tell me everything's gonna be alright
But I don′t know what "Alright" even means

I was ridin' in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
I′ve been all around the world, boys
Now I'm tryin′ to get to heaven before they close the door

I sleep down in the parlor
And relive my dreams
I close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hollow as it seems


Some trains don't pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers, like they did before
I've been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Now I′m tryin′ to get to heaven 'fore they close the door