I Thought That He Was Righteous, But

I March In The Parade Of Liberty But As Long As I Love You I’m Not Free How Long Must I Suffer Such Abuse Won’t You Let Me See You Smile One Time Before I Turn You Loose?

One Was Texas Medicine, The Other Was Just Railroad Gin, And Like A Fool I Mixed Them.

Bob Dylan Was Again An Entirely New Person - This Time Old, Craggy, Cynical, And World-weary, As In "not Dark Yet".

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains Of The Past