I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
The Bootleg Series Vol. 15: Travelin’ Thru, 1967–1969
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
World Gone Wrong
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
Time out of Mind
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
The Best of Bob Dylan
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Another Side of Bob Dylan
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
Nashville Skyline
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Saved
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
Dylan
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Desire
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
Down in the Groove
You know, the streets are filled with vipers; Who've lost all ray of hope,; You know, it ain't even safe no more; In the palace of the Pope.
The Original Mono Recordings
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
Shadow Kingdom
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
New Morning
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea; Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
John Wesley Harding
Can't you make any sound?
Blood on the Tracks
I'd never say; That I done it the way; That you'd have liked me to.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
Bob Dylan – The Rolling Thunder Revue: The 1975 Live Recordings
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Hard Rain
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
Tempest
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Dylan
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,; He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
Self Portrait
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.
Triplicate
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
