Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,;
I can't unring the bell.
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
For all eternity I think I will remember;
That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
This time tomorrow I'll know you better;
When my memory is not so short.
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',;
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
The party's over, and there's less and less to say