In Dylan I hear the train tracks
In his imagination he did ride those boxcars.
As his songs and words that take us to other countries
As vivid landscapes, new horizons fly past,
Strange countries peopled with characters we don't forget,
And visions that make it all sustainable...
His Highway Blues -
'The one with the moustache says please.
The countess who pretends to care for him,
We see the empty cage not the road,
My conscience explodes! '