Well Now What's The Use In Dreamin'

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

I Practice A Faith That's Been Long Abandoned Ain't No Altars On This Long And Lonesome Road

She Makes Love Just Like A Woman.

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.

Sometimes The Silence Can Be Like Thunder.