I Just Wanted A Song To Sing,

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

The Walls Of Pride Are High And Wide, Can't See Over To The Other Side.

Come Mothers And Fathers Throughout The Land And Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command Your Old Road Is Rapidly Agin' Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand For The Times They Are A-changin'.

The Truth Is Far From You, So You Know You Got To Lie. Then You're All The Time Defending What You Can Never Justify.

I Do Know What My Songs Are About.