If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game.
Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.
It wouldn't kill you to stay the night anyway.
It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.
The future for me is already a thing of the past - You were my first love and you will be my last