Any Real Bob Dylan Fan Would Sleep

I Can't See My Reflection In The Waters, I Can't Speak The Sounds That Show No Pain. I Can't Hear The Echo Of My Footsteps, Or Can't Remember The Sound Of My Own Name.

I Don't Usually Purge Myself By Writing Anything About Any Type Of Quote, So-called, Relationships.

For Whose Sake Did You Live, For Whose Sake Did You Die? Forgive Me, Baby, For What I Didn't Do.

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

If You Told The Truth, That Was All Well And Good And If You Told The Un-truth, Well, That's Still Well And Good. Folk Songs Had Taught Me That.