He beat the drum and lit the fires He sent the messages in vain But the sound of his philosophy Rose above the falling rain And to you who find it
Such an annoying conversation I'm sorry but I'm tired of trying To be some picture of compassion And anyway it sounds like I'm lying And yes I've heard
Hit the town, still dressing down Looking for some action, Mr. Jagger said it best He knows you never get, no satisfaction But Mr. Dylan knows, that
Promised cures for everyman Snake oil and circuses You can get to Heaven, yes you can So judge the books by their surfaces And someone's taking care
