I’m travelin' off to an American town
Tracing the footsteps beneath the ground
I've seen your world through your weary eyes
And the tides are marchin' under a distant cry
Hey Bob Dylan, I rewrote you a song
About the funny ol' world that they've passed along
There's a path over yonder with sapphire skies
Covered with barbed fences and ciphered lies
I'm tightrope walking in dense heavy fog
Hanging on threads and dragged by dog
In the letters bequothed from my fathers before
Is the sense to make new at the door
Can't stay here too long or I'll turn pale blue.
Have to walk down the road that I'm called to.
All these words echoed in the subocean mind
Just know my respects when we're distanced by time.