[bob Dylan] Was Rarely Tender

Loneliness Got A Mind Of Its Own The More People Around The More You Feel Alone

The Pump Don't Work Cause The Vandals Took The Handle

Music Attracts The Angels In The Universe.

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.

Gotta Head Full Of Ideas That Are Driving Me Insane.