Call Me Any Name You

Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The Wild Ripping Hail The Sky Cracked Its Poems In Naked Wonder

Your Old Road Is Rapidly Aging. Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand, For The Times They Are A-changin'.

The Only Person You Have To Think About Lying Twice To Is Either Yourself Or To God. The Press Isn't Either Of Them. And I Just Figured They're Irrelevant.

Shadows Are Falling And I've Been Here All Day/it's Too Hot To Sleep, Time Is Running Away/feel Like My Soul Has Turned Into Steel/i've Still Got The Scars That The Sun Didn't Heal.

Fortune Or Fame, You Must Pick One Or The Other, Though Neither Of Them Are To Be What They Claim.