How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
Nothing is better, nothing is best, take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
We have never arrived. We are in a constant state of becoming.
There are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.
I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.