You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.
They said, congratulations you got what it takes. They sent him back to the rat race without any brakes.
Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone.
It's sundown on the Union and what's made in the USA, sure was a good idea, until greed got in the way.
Her profession's her religion, her sin is lifelessness.
He hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime. He asks you with a grin, if you're having a good time.
All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.
Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.