The Groom's Still Waiting at the Altar (Live Nov. 13, 1980)
 作词 : Bob Dylan
 作曲 : Bob Dylan
Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement
Heard the last moan of a boxer and the massacre of the innocent
A please man and waiter became nauseated
Just me and an overworked dancer
The walls that are really deteriorated
I go set my affection on things above
Let nothing stand in the way of that love
Not even the Rock of Gibraltar
If you see her on Phantom Street
Tell her I still think she's neat
And that the groom's still waiting at the altar
Highway men on not charges
Pushing hell raisin' the robbery
Mistakin' your shyness for aloofness your silence for snobbery
Never did get the message don't even know when one was sent to me
About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be
Well
May I come to feel
Come on with me girl
Not even the Rock of Gibraltar
If you see her on Phantom Street
Tell her I still think she's neat
And that the groom's still waiting at the altar
Oh what I can say about Claudette
Wouldn't come back to haunt me
I finally had to give her up 'bout the time she began to want me
But I know mercy them slandered and humiliated
I'd done anything for that woman
If she didn't make me feel so obligated
Well
I'm gonna set my affections on things above
Let nothing stand in the way of that love
Not even the Rock of Gibraltar
If you see her on Phantom Street
Tell her that I still think she's neat
And that the groom's still waiting at the altar
And I'm locked into a time-zone with a high-degree temperature
The world's coming to an end
Wise men standing around like furniture
What can I say about Claudette
Or that I couldn't get believe it
She was bringing her high explanting officer
Lead another saving will
I go set my affections on things above
Let nothing stand in the way of that love
Not even the Rock of Gibraltar
If you see her on Phantom Street
Tell her I still think she's neat
And that the groom's still waiting at the altar
Well
There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it
Tonight you got the power to take it tomorrow you won't have the power to
Keep it
What I'm gonna say about Claudette
She could be in the mountains or the prairies
She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires
Well
Set my affections on things above
Let nothing stand in the way of that love
Not even the Rock of Gibraltar
Well if you see her on Phantom Street
Dude tell her that I still think she's neat
And that the groom's still waiting at the altar