Bob Dylan – Going, Going, Gone: Lyrics and Music Video
Going, Going, Gone Lyrics
I’ve just reached a place
Where the willow don’t bend.
There’s not much more to be said
It’s the top of the end.
I’m going,
I’m going,
I’m gone.
I’m closin’ the book
On the pages and the text
And i don’t really care
What happens next.
I’m just going,
I’m going,
I’m gone.
I been hangin’ on threads,
I been playin’ it straight,
Now, i’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late.
So i’m going,
I’m going,
I’m gone.
Grandma said, “boy, go and follow your heart
And you’ll be fine at the end of the line.
All that’s gold isn’t meant to shine.
Don’t you and your one true love ever part.”
I been walkin’ the road,
I been livin’ on the edge,
Now, i’ve just got to go
Before i get to the ledge.
So i’m going,
I’m just going,
I’m gone.
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