Escrita por Bob Dylan, foi gravada entre abril e maio de 1983, no Power
Station Studios em New York City e lançada no disco Infidels, o vigésimo
segundo disco de Bob, em 27 de outubro de 1983. Foi produzida por Bob
Dylan e Mark Knopfler. É uma
canção de amor, apenas, em contraste com as outras do disco. É a música que
fecha. Em John Wesley Harding e Nashville Skyline, Dylan fechou o disco com
canções de amor e aqui repete a tradição. Bob Dylan tocou guitarra, gaita,
teclado e cantou. Alan Clark tocou teclado. Sly Dunbar tocou bateria e percussão.
Mark Knopfler tocou guitarra. Robbie Shakespeare tocou baixo. Mick Taylor tocou
guitarra. Benmont Tench tocou teclado.
A letra:
Just a minute 'fore you leave, girl
Just a minute 'fore you touch the door
What is it that you're trying to achieve, girl?
Do you think we can talk about it some more?
You know, the streets are filled with vipers
Who've lost all ray of hope
You know, it's not even safe no more
In the palace of the Pope
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday's just a memory
Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be
And I need you, yeah
Come over here from over there, girl
Sit down here, you can have my chair
I can't see us goin' anywhere, girl
The only place open is a thousand miles away, and I can't take you there
I wish that I'd been a doctor
Maybe I'd have saved some life that had been lost
Maybe I'd have done some good in the world
'Stead of burning every bridge I crossed
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday's just a memory
Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be
And I need you, oh, yeah
I ain't too good at conversation, girl
So you might not know exactly how I feel
But if I could, I'd bring you to the mountaintop, girl
And build you a house made out of stainless steel
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting
That's hanging in the Louvre
My throat start to tickle and my nose itches
But I know that I can't move
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday's gone but the past lives on
Tomorrow's just one step beyond
And I need you, oh
Who are these people who are walking towards you?
Do you know them or will there be a fight?
With their humorless smiles so easy to see through
Can they tell you what's wrong from what's right?
Oh, do you remember St. James Street
Where you blew Jackie P's mind?
You were so fine, Clark Gable would have fell at your feet
And laid his life on the line
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl
No more booby traps and bombs
No more decadence and charm
No more affection that's misplaced, girl
No more mudcake creatures lying in your arms
What about that millionaire with the drumsticks in his pants?
He looked so baffled and so bewildered
When he played and we didn't dance
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday's just a memory
Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be
And I need you, yeah, you
Ah, I need you
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