Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.
It may look like I'm moving but I'm standing still.
You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way.
The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.
And I'll know my song well before I start singing
Bob has never written a bad song. Bob Dylan is a genius.