Bob Dylan – Queen Jane Approximately Lyrics

 

Queen Jane Approximately Lyrics

 

When your mother sends back
all your invitations
And your father
to your sister he explains
That you’re tired of yourself
and all of your creations
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?

Now when
all of the flower ladies want
back what they have lent you
And the smell of their roses
does not remain
And all of your children
start to resent you
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?

Now when all the clowns
that you have commissioned
Have died in battle or in vain
And you’re sick of
all this repetition
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?

When all of your advisers
heave their plastic
At your feet
to convince you of your pain
Trying to prove
that your conclusions
should be more drastic
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?

Now when all of the bandits that
you turned your other cheek to
All lay down their bandanas
and complain
And you want somebody
you don’t have to speak to
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?
Won’t you come see me,
Queen Jane?