You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.
Bob DylanDown the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogsยดll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For Iยดm one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.
Bob Dylan