Silvio, I Gotta Go, Find

Just In Time For Bob Dylan To Recoil From The Attention, Leave The City For Woodstock, And Turn His Back On Fame.

Don't Follow Leaders, Watch Your Parkin' Meters.

The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves To Warn That He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

The Inmates And Prisoners, I Found They Were My Kind, And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind.

A Cat's Meow And Cow's Moo, I Can Recite Them All.