You will find God in the church of your choice.

Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.

People tell me it's a sin, to know and feel too much within.

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

May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young.

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.