DR. Dylanologist

Maybe it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you're just on my mind.

I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget you."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you're just on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me or bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
Mama, you're just on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near/there.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind