A Bob Dylan Song

If I was a writer
I'd write of a clown
I'd drop him In the desert
With no one around
I'd fade in at night time
As his painted smile fades
The colour of a rainbow
On his knuckles now glazed

There's a world
There's a world
Inside your mind
You'll never get there
If you try to find

(Harmonica)

There'd be no explanation
Of how he got there
There'd be a nasty wound
On the side of his head
He'd be holding a photograph
One he'd look at and laugh
Then look to the sun
Making the sounds of a desperate man

There's a world
There's a world
Inside your head
You can only go there
To visit your dead

(Harmonica)

In the distance a beautiful woman
Screamed "catch me if you can"
But as the clown tried getting closer
He'd sink in the sand
She held up a lighter
She held up a can
He held up his photo
Tight In his lazy left hand
It was a photo of the woman
That he couldn't catch
The photo did burn
Like a scorched summer leaf
And the woman did fall
To the world underneath

And there's a world
There's a world
Inside your mind
You'll never get there
If you try to find
There's a world
There's a world
Inside your head
You can only go there
To visit your dead
There's a world
There's a world
Behind your eyes
And once you finally close them
The world comes alive.