Music Can Save People, But It Can't

There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke. But You And I, We've Been Through That, And This Is Not Our Fate, So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

If You Wanted To, It Would Be Easy To Find Some Crappy Lyrics [of Bob Dylan] From The Eighties To Undermine The Nobel Prize.

It Goes Back To The Destiny Thing.i Made A Bargain With It, You Know, A Long Time Ago. And I'm Holding Up My End.

The Land Created Me. I'm Wild And Lonesome. Even As I Travel The Cities, I'm More At Home In The Vacant Lots.

Look At The Sun Sinkin' Like A Ship. Ain't That Just Like My Heart, Babe. When You Kissed My Lips?