Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.

When you think that you lost everything you find out you can always lose a little more.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity.

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.

The times they are a-changing.