There Must Be Some Kind Of Way

I'd Been Going Though His Trash. He Knocked Me Down. I Was Glad To See Him, Even Though He Was Banging My Head Against The Sidewalk. Afterwards These Bums Come Over And Say, 'did He Get Much Money?' I Say, 'money'? That Was Bob Dylan.

I Come From Way North. We'd Listen To Radio Shows All The Time. I Think I Was The Last Generation, Or Pretty Close To The Last One, That Grew Up Without Tv.

Along With Some Of The Worst Music Of Bob Dylan's Career ("self-portrait," 1970), This Period Produced Some Gems - Including Many Songs Recorded With The Band In '67 But Not Released Until Years Later.

I See Through Your Brain Like I See Through The Water That Runs Down The Drain.

Each One Of Them Suffering From The Failures Of Their Day, With Strings Of Guilt They Tried Hard To Guide Us.