Shelter from the Storm: 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.

BOB DYLAN NEWSLETTER

Shelter from the Storm: 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.

Nov 16, 2011

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.

Shelter from the Storm: 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.

Shelter from the Storm: Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.

Ring Them Bells: And they’re breaking down the distance; Between right and wrong.