Now the moon is almost hidden; The stars are beginning to hide; The fortunetelling lady; Has even taken all her things inside
Bob Dylan At Budokan
Thunder On The Mountain
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.
Infidels
Things Have Changed
It's the last temptation; The last account; The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,; The last radio is playing.
Nashville Skyline
Series Of Dreams
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
New Morning
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,; He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
Good As I Been To You
Little Drummer Boy
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
Under The Red Sky
Must Be Santa
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
Oh Mercy
When The Deal Goes Down
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?
