This is a Bob Dylan song ♪ 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 Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting And if I could hear his heart softly pounding Only if he was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again ♪ I can't see my reflection in the water I can't speak the sound that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footstep Or even remember the sound of my own name But only if my own true love was waiting And if I could hear his heart softly pounding Only if he was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again ♪ There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting And if I could hear his heart softly pounding Only if he was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again