Well, It's Hard To Stumble And Land

What Drives Me To You, Drives Me Insane.

A Poem Is A Naked Person.

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry

If I Wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd Probably Think That Bob Dylan Has A Lot Of Answers Myself.

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit