But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned.
I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.
In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.
Just in time for Bob Dylan to recoil from the attention, leave the city for Woodstock, and turn his back on fame.
I'll stand over your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead.
May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay forever young.