(Bob Dylan). If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time. then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all. Ah but only if my own true love is waitin'. Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin'. only if she were lying by me. would I rest in my bed once again. I can't see my reflection in the mirror. I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echoes of my footsteps. and can't remember the sound of my own name. Ah but only if my own true love is waitin'. Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin'. only if she were lying by me. would I rest in my bed once again. There's beauty in the silver singin' river. There's beauty in the sunlight in the sky. But none of these and nothing else. can steal the beauty. that I remember in my true love's eyes. Ah but only if my own true love is waitin'. Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin'. only if she were lying by me. would I rest in my bed once again.