Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you

Ironically, this was Bob Dylan's period [1967-74] of greatest fame.

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount, But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts.

A lot of people don't have much food on their table. But they got a lot of forks 'n knives. And they got to cut somethin'.

There are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.

There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.

Never make it perfect.