Gonna sleep down in the parlor;
And relive my dreams
I'm walking through streets that are dead
The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration
Democracy don't rule the world,;
You'd better get that in your head.;
This world is ruled by violence;
But I guess that's better left unsaid.
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.;
I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.;
Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,;
Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
The treasure can't be found by men who search
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere;
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
Don't trust me to show you the truth;
When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
Don't trust me to show you beauty;
When beauty may only turn to rust.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975
Time is all I have to give
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
time is running backwards
Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.