Just in time for Bob Dylan to recoil from the attention, leave the city for Woodstock, and turn his back on fame.

When you got nothing, you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.

You always got to be prepared but you never know for what.

I'll remember you. When I've forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.

I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar.

Folk songs are evasive-the truth about life, and life is more or less a lie, but then again that's exactly the way we want it to be. We wouldn't be comfortable with it any other way. A folk song has over a thousand faces and you must meet them all if you want to play this stuff. A folk song might vary in meaning and it might not appear the same from one moment to the next. It depends on who's playing and who's listening.