I woke up this morning in a Bob Dylan song
Wasn't quite sure of where I was
All along the watch tower or somewhere there about
I'm kind of wondering at the cause
I watched as William Zanzinger beat down Hattie Carroll
Knew something about this must be done
It's hard for your feet to catch traction when they're not on the ground
Floating inside of a Dylan song
I must have looked both dazed and confused
With a case of the Subterranean Homesick Blues
But I figure I'm going to change my way of thinking
As I hold out for Winterlude
That night I hooked up with the Jack of Hearts
With Lilly and Rosemary both by his side
Must have had something up his sleeve for certain
Cause all he did was stand in the corner and smile
The big girl now standing next to me said
Your going to make me lonesome when you leave this song
At that she cried buckets of rain
In the shelter of the storm
And all of this happened this morning
When I woke up in a Bob Dylan song
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
I woke up this morning in a Bob Dylan song
Wasn't quite sure of where I was
All along the watch tower or somewhere there about
I'm kind of wondering at the cause
I watched as William Zanzinger beat down Hattie Carroll
Knew something about this must be done
It's hard for your feet to catch traction when they're not on the ground
Floating inside of a Dylan song
I must have looked both dazed and confused
With a case of the Subterranean Homesick Blues
But I figure I'm going to change my way of thinking
As I hold out for Winterlude
That night I hooked up with the Jack of Hearts
With Lilly and Rosemary both by his side
Must have had something up his sleeve for certain
Cause all he did was stand in the corner and smile
The big girl now standing next to me said
Your going to make me lonesome when you leave this song
At that she cried buckets of rain
In the shelter of the storm
And all of this happened this morning
When I woke up in a Bob Dylan song
A tad bit bored with my writing lately... trying new things
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