Time Out Of Mind

Must Be Santa

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats;
Too noble to neglect;
Deceived me into thinking;
I had something to protect

Hard Rain

Things Have Changed

Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun


Always on the outside of whatever side there was,;
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."

The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964

I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966

Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.

Modern Times

You're the one I've been looking for,;
You're the one that's got the key.;
But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you;
Or you're too good for me.

Under The Red Sky

And you, you took me in,;
You loved me then;
You didn't waste time.

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

We always did feel the same,;
We just saw it from a different point of view

The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs

And I, I don't mind the pain;
Don't mind the driving rain;
I know I will sustain;
'Cause I believe in you.

“Love And Theft”

The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.

Bringing It All Back Home

And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.

The Essential Bob Dylan

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave

The Bootleg Series, Vol 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964

Saw you drift into infinity and come back again


Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk;
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.;
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?;
You looked a little burned out, my friend,;
I thought it might be up to me.


It's so impossible to even learn the tune.

The Original Mono Recordings

Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore;
You may not see me tomorrow.

Down In The Groove