Fresh Air
Joan Baez / Suze Rotolo / Al Kooper On Dylan
Joan Baez (song lyrics)
Well, I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happen to call And here I sit And on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy, you said Where are you calling from?
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