Besedila:
Jakob Dylan

I?m sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth I?ve had enough

Lay your worries Down at your door Now my loves Like an open shore Throw your suitcase Sweetheart overboard Now tired eyes In winter clothes

In to the arms of the unknown In to the places we never go By walking through deep snow down forgotten roads Been chasin' a light that comes and goes

You're old enough to know well The better things are all uphill Bitter songs are never sung In the highlands where you belong In the smoke of cannons

In which direction are we going? How many runaways are we stowing? Over the black sea with your arms around me In whose honor have we gone missing? I

You're gonna say, "I told you so" I never should have let you go Now, ain't it funny then here we are The two of us in two different bars When separate

I was born in the summer of Sam Smaller and sooner than planned Oh, in the spitting image of a man Raised by wolves on the fat of the land Clear of romance

Mother you saw my eyes On the fourth of July Under a banner of roman candles Mother war is kind Like hell but I am fine Brother have you gone west? You

Oh, in my mind's eye, a plantation In the clearing is a platform station In the distance is a kingdom Into the front line is how I'm coming They say