Hey, sometimes Bob Dylan changes your mind. Like how you're thinking' Cohen and then you Go to the closet where the records are hid and Face-high you're being stared at by that man On the cover of "Bringing It All Back Home" And you quietly apologize And wish him a belated happy birthday And light a cig And turn the world on Outside your open slider door For what always feels like the first time.
Hey, sometimes it takes a whole poem to give you something to do.