There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
New Morning
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
Go melt back into the night, babe,; Everything inside is made of stone.; There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.
World Gone Wrong
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966
Cities on fire, phones out of order
Desire
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea; Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn; By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan; Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low; Well my heart's in the Highlands; Only place left to go
The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies; I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
Real Live
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
The angels play on their horns all day,; The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.; But does anyone hear the music they play,; Does anyone even try?
Shot of Love
They used to grow food in Kansas; Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.; I can see the day coming when even your home garden; Is gonna be against the law.
Dylan
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties; Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Tempest
to live outside the law, you must be honest
Empire Burlesque
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
Bob Dylan
I see, I see lovers in the meadow; I see, I see silhouettes in the window; I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on ; To a shadow
Bringing It All Back Home
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,; Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
Oh Mercy
I finally realize there's no room for regret
Hard Rain
I was in your presence for an hour or so; Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
Time out of Mind
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
Planet Waves
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,; I can't unring the bell.
Street-Legal
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
The Bootleg Series Vol. 15: Travelin’ Thru, 1967–1969
At dawn my lover comes to me; And tells me of her dreams; With no attempts to shovel the glimpse; Into the ditch of what each one means
