Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's there

You need something to open up a new door, to show you something you seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more

I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down the drain.

It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.

The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.

If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.

For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.