We have never arrived. We are in a constant state of becoming.
Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.
Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane.
Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall, For he that gets hurt, Will be he who has stalled, The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changin'...
In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.