I come from way north. We'd listen to radio shows all the time. I think I was the last generation, or pretty close to the last one, that grew up without TV.

Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall, For he that gets hurt, Will be he who has stalled, The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changin'...

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.

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.

So, I don't know. I think so. It's all in the heart, whatever keeps you that way. Keeps you forever young. Forever young doesn't necessarily mean that you don't grow old, but you just have some contact with what put you where you are. You know, keep some type of contact. Anyway...

You don't write a song to sit there on a page. You write it to sing it.