Dylan

Who forgets generous acts, standing by an unlit lamp, noting absent facts, watching slower ships, those who always last, hanging on my grip, measured by horizons, does my lover's laugh, need a new dimension, a tree, a bridge, a shift, to liven up our span, spend our money in drips, he's jobless on his back, throw salt at our list, we'll get life on track, stamp our own good plan, don't let us sag, beam a light to distance, spirits to our dance.