Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
it is not he or she or them or it;
That you belong to.
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Just do what you think you should do.
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
Bringing It All Back Home
All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies;
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
The Original Mono Recordings
Take a chance on me.;
Please let me ride you home.
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"
My head tells me it's time to make a change;
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.;
I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.