Clergyman's

And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burnin' coal. Pourin' off of every page, like it was written in my soul from me to you...
- Bob Dylan

I know she ain't you, but she's here, and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul.
- Bob Dylan

Nobody sees through him — no, not even the chief of police.
- Bob Dylan

Somebody got lucky, but it was an accident.
- Bob Dylan

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight.
I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight.
My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me.
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet.
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet.
I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be fully aware of how precious she is.
Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,
""How good, how good does it feel to be free?""
And I answer them most mysteriously,
""Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?
- Bob Dylan

And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it.
- Bob Dylan

And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it.
- Bob Dylan

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight.
I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight.
My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me.
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet.
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet.
I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be fully aware of how precious she is.
Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,
""How good, how good does it feel to be free?""
And I answer them most mysteriously,
""Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?
- Bob Dylan