The Naked Truth Is Still

It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May Bring.

The Drunken Politician Leaps Upon The Street Where Mothers Weep, And The Saviors Who Are Fast Asleep, They Wait For You.

Bob Dylan Wrote In His Elliptical Memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, He Was Washed Up In The 1980s, No Longer A Commercial Success, And No Longer Putting Out Good Work.

I'm Ready To Go Anywhere, I'm Ready For To Fade, Into My Own Parade, Cast Your Dancing Spell My Way.

Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel Rides