Bob Dylan the freewheelin

Well he's out of season, out of sync
Oh lord, what must his family think?
And you must be getting his feathers wet
She always seems to be the talk
Until she drops you like a rock
Well, she should've been a better friend to him

Well I dusted all the bones out in my yard
I fixed the screen door, raised the barn
But still you call me from the moon every single afternoon
Tell me all about the astronauts you've come to love
And how the earth looks from above
And how I should've been a better friend to you

But I've never seen life as a chore
A treasure for the find
I've read the news, abused the booze
And often wondered why
My smile remains the thinking pains
The average passerby
Oh, they'll sink like stones into their homes
Away from teeth like mine

And so I came to hate my skin
And all the holes you'd hidden in
The way you let my legs waltz the weeks away by your side
Well, you should've been a better friend of mine

Well, I saw in you a brand-new bird
The song of which I'd never heard
Oh, a melody so fine
That whole world would pine
And it's a tune to give the boys the blues
And turn the horses into glue
You know, I should've been a better friend to you
Yeah, I should've been a better friend to you

Well, I've never seen life as a chore
Or a treasure for the find
I've read the news, abused the booze
And often wondered why
Oh, my smile remains the thinking pains
The average passerby
Well, they'll sink like stones into their homes
Away from teeth like mine

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