Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man;
like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense;
I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
If you want to live easy
Baby pack your clothes with mine