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! '
