Lonesome Day Blue’s-Bob Dylan

“Last night the wind was whispering something, I was trying to make out what it was. I tell myself that something is coming. But it never does…

I’m going to spare the defeated. I’m going to speak to the crowd. I’m going to teach peace to the conquered. Oh I’m going to tame the proud.

Leaves are rustling in the woods, things are falling off of the shelves. You’re going to need my help sweetheart, you can’t make love all by yourself. “