What Drives Me To You, Drives Me

I Can't See My Reflection In The Waters, I Can't Speak The Sounds That Show No Pain. I Can't Hear The Echo Of My Footsteps, Or Can't Remember The Sound Of My Own Name.

A Lot Of People From The Press Want To Talk To Me, But They Never Do.

Well The Deputy Walks On Hard Nails And The Preacher Rides A Mount, But Nothing Really Matters Much It's Doom Alone That Counts.

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

Having These Colossal Accolades And Titles, They Get In The Way.