I Never Could Guess Your Weight, Baby.

And I'll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singing

Every Day Your Memory Grows Dimmer - It Doesn't Haunt Me Like It Did Before.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

[bob Dylan] Was Rarely Tender And Seldom Reached Out To Anticipate Another's Needs.

Fearing Not That I'd Become My Enemy In The Instant That I Preach