Knocked out and loaded

Something about you that I can’t shake,
Don’t know how much of this I can take,
Baby I’m under your spell.

I was knocked out and loaded in the naked night.
When my last dream exploded, I noticed your light.
Baby, oh what a story I could tell.

It’s been nice seeing you, you read me like a book
If you ever want to reach me, you know where to look.
Baby, I’ll be at the same hotel.

I’d like to help you but I’m in a bit of a jam,
I’ll call you tomorrow if there’s phones where I am.
Baby, caught between heaven and hell.

I’ll see you later when I’m not so out of my head,
Maybe next time I’ll let the dead bury the dead.
Baby, what more can I tell?

Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,
Pray that I don’t die of thirst,
Baby, two feet from the well.

Bob Dylan and Carole Bayer Sager

When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum,
Dodging lions and wasting time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ‘em,
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb.
Train wheels running through the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.

Bob Dylan