Black is the Color and none is the number

Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings, Don't have to look no further, You're the soul of many things.

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity.

The "joker" here ["All Along the Watchtower" ] is the older [Bob] Dylan himself, whining about exploitation, and the thief's rejoinder re-contextualizes the earlier critique into the religious frames that would become more prominent as time went on.

You get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.

Every man's conscience is vile and depraved / You cannot depend on it to be your guide when it’s you who must keep it satisfied.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.