If my thought-dreams could be seen/ They'd probably put my head in a guillotine.

To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh what might be the cost? A man he did it long ago, and they hung him on a cross.

What drives me to you, drives me insane.

I can't stand to see myself on television.

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

Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine.

Whatever that ["transfiguration" by Bob Dylan] means, it's true that the poetic brilliance of the early career would never really reappear.