Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
Chaos is a friend of mine.
Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!
Everything that I'm saying You can say it just as good
The confessional singer-songwriter movement of the 1970s was in full swing, and Bob Dylan's emotional album [ Blood on the Tracks] resonated with the times. There would be other hits, but never the same alchemy of emotion and time.