Up to Me (9/19/74, take 3, remake 2 - with bass) Songtext
von Bob Dylan

Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing
Death kept followin′, trackin' us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing
Now somebody′s got to show their hand, time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me

If I'd thought about it I never would′ve done it, I guess I would′ve let it slide
If I'd pay attention to what others were thinkin′, the heart inside me would've died
Well, I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin′ star
I guess it was up to me

Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out, the orchids are in bloom
I′ve only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume
In 14 months I've only smiled once and I didn't do it consciously
Somebody′s got to find your trail
I guess it must be up to me


It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch
I′d just about convinced myself, nothin' had changed that much
The old Rounder in the iron mask, he slipped me the master key
Somebody had to unlock your heart
He said it was up to me

Now, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officer′s club
I would've followed you in the door but I didn′t have a ticket stub
So I waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin′ one of us could get free
Ho, when the dawn came over the river bridge
I knew it was up to me

The only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work
Was I a fool or not to protect your real identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend
I thought it might be up to me

I met somebody face to face, I had to remove my hat
She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be
But she ain′t gonna make a move
I guess it must be up to me


Now, we heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex
It didn′t amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects
When you bite off more than you can chew, you got to pay the penalty
Somebody's got to tell the tale
I guess it must be up to me

Dupree came in pimpin′ tonight to the Thunderbird Cafe
Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way
Now, I just can't rest without you, love, I need your company
But you ain′t a-gonna cross the line
I guess it must be up to me

There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle
She′s the one you been wonderin' about, but there's really nothin′ much to tell
We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history
Somebody′s got to cry some tears
I guess it must be up to me

So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime
The ringleaders from the county seat say you don't have all that much time
And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain′t my property
One of us has got to hit the road
I guess it must be up to me

If we never meet again, baby, remember me
How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody
And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free
No one else could play that tune
You know it was up to me