A song is like a dream, and you try to make it come true. They're like strange countries that you have to enter.
You can't do something forever.
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'.
The woman I love she got a prize fighter nose, cauliflower ears and a run in her hose.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.
The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.