keep a clean nose, watch the plain-clothes.

If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.

You don't count the dead, when god's on your side.

I’m in awe of McCartney. He’s about the only one that I am in awe of. He can do it all. And he’s never let up... He’s just so damn effortless.

I do know what my songs are about.