If You Don't Have To Write Songs,

I Said, You Know They Refused Jesus, Too. He Said, You're Not Him.

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

[bob] Dylan's Broken-heart Songs Are So Much Better. Like "simple Twist Of Fate".

The Harmonica Is The World's Best-selling Musical Instrument. You're Welcome.

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.