Went To See The Gypsy

went to see the gypsy
staying in a big hotel
he smiled when
he saw me coming
and he said,
"well, well, well"
his room was dark
and crowded
lights were low and dim
"how are you"
he said to me
i said it back to him

i went down to the lobby
to make a small call out
a pretty dancing girl
was there
and she began to shout
"go on back
to see the gypsy
he can move you
from the rear
drive you from your fear
bring you through
the mirror
he did it in Las Vegas
and he can do it here"

outside the lights
were shining
on the river of tears
i watched them
from the distance
with the music
in my ears
i went back
to see the gypsy
it was nearly early dawn
the gypsy's door
was open wide
but the gypsy was gone
and that pretty dancing girl
she could not be found
so i watched the sun come rising
from that little Minnesota town

--bob dylan