We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

It's Like My Whole Life Never Happened, When I See You, It's As If I Never Had A Thought. I Know This Dream, It Might Be Crazy, But It's The Only One I've Got.

Fearing Not That I'd Become My Enemy In The Instant That I Preach

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

A Brilliant 1989 Album, Oh Mercy; Some Career Retrospectives; And Two Albums Of American Folk Songs, With Just Bob Dylan And His Guitar And Harmonica. All That Culminated In The Grammy-winning Comeback Album, Time Out Of Mind (1997). Once Again, Just As Dylan Seemed To Be Out Of It, He Was Back At The Top Of His Game.