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

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

If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?

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.

If you want to know how to please a woman, just talk to a neuroscience major from Columbia.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.