You Can Always Come Back, But You

What Drives Me To You, Drives Me Insane.

Whatever That ["transfiguration" By Bob Dylan] Means, It's True That The Poetic Brilliance Of The Early Career Would Never Really Reappear.

Well, I Don't Know, But I've Been Told The Streets In Heaven Are Lined With Gold. I Ask You How Things Could Get Much Worse If The Russians Happen To Get Up There First; Wowee! Pretty Scary!

May You Grow Up To Be Righteous, May You Grow Up To Be True. May You Always Know The Truth And See The Lights Surrounding You. May You Always Be Courageous, Stand Upright And Be Strong. May You Stay Forever Young.

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.