The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
Now the moon is almost hidden;
The stars are beginning to hide;
The fortunetelling lady;
Has even taken all her things inside
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.
It's the last temptation;
The last account;
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,;
The last radio is playing.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,;
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,;
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
What good am I if I say foolish things;
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings;
And I just turn my back while you silently die,;
What good am I?