I Started Writing Songs After I Heard

Yesterday's Just A Memory, Tomorrow Is Never What It's Supposed To Be.

Come Writers And Critics Who Prophesize With Your Pen And Keep Your Eyes Wide The Chance Won't Come Again And Don't Speak Too Soon For The Wheel's Still In Spin And There's No Tellin' Who That It's Namin' For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win For The Times They Are A-changin'.

Broken Bottles, Broken Plates, Broken Switches, Broken Gates. Broken Dishes, Broken Parts, Streets Are Filled With Broken Hearts.

I Didn't Come Out Of A Cereal Box.

I'm Looking For A Woman Who's Head Is Mixed Up Like Mine.