In This Ocean Of Hours I'm All

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

In The Meantime [1965-67], [bob] Dylan Was Again Writing Some Of The Best Love Songs In The Genre, Like "visions Of Johanna," "just Like A Woman," And "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands."

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

In Ceremonies Of The Horsemen, Even The Pawn Must Hold A Grudge.

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.