(Words & music by Bob Dylan)
If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not an endless trail
If tomorrow wasn´t such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all

Yes and only if my own true love was waiting
If I could hear her heart softly pounding
If only she was lying by me
Then I´d lie in my bed once again

I can´t see my reflection in the water
I can´t speak the sounds that show no pain
I can´t hear the echo of my footsteps
I can´t remember the sound of my own name

Yes and only if my own true love was waiting
If I could hear her heart softly pounding
If only she was lying by me
Then I´d lie in my bed once again

There´s beauty in the silver singing river
There´s beauty in the sunrise in the sky

But none of these and nothing else could match the beauty
That I remember in my true love´s eyes

Yes and only if my own true love was waiting
If I could hear her heart softly pounding
If only she was lying by me
Then I´d lie in my bed once again

If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not an endless trail
If tomorrow wasn´t such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all

Yes and only if my own true love was waiting
If I could hear her heart softly pounding
If only she was lying by me
Then I´d lie in my bed once again