Interpret:

Bob Dylan

Album:

The Basement Tapes

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 
And always tell him "No?"
Tears of rage, tears of grief 
Why am I the one who must be the thief ?
Come to me now, you know 
We're so alone 
And life is brief.


We 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 watched 
You discover there was no one true
Must everybody really thought 
It was a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief 
Why am I 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 painless 
When you went 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
But oh, what kind of love is this 
Which goes from bad to worse ?
Tears of rage, tears of grief 
Why am I the one who must be the thief ?
Come to me now, you know 
We're so alone 
And life is brief.