Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For I´m one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.

You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom.

I lost my one true love. I started drinking.

And there's no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love.

Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.

Michelangelo indeed could have carved out your features.

Don't criticize what you can't understand.