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.
"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
And it's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard rain gonna fall.
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.