Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey!
Wurlitzer Prize
I'm not here to forget you
I'm here to recall the things we used to say and do
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
I haunt the same places we used to go
Alone at a table for two
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
They oughtta give me the Wurlitzer Prize
For all the silver I let slide down the slot
Playin' those songs sung blue
That help me remember you
I don't wanna get over you
A fresh roll o' quarters, same old songs
Missin' you through and through
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
They oughtta give me the Wurlitzer Prize
For all the silver I let slide down the slot
Playin' those songs sung blue
They help me remember you
'Cause I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you