But to live outside the law, you must be honest. - Bob Dylan

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.

It´s alright, Ma, Things have changed.
Tangled up in blue, Just like a woman, Like a rolling stone.
Most of the time, Mr Tamburin Man Gotta serve somebody.

All I really want to do, Can´t wait, Soon after midnight –
Visions of Joanna, Lay lady lay, Make you feel my love.
The man in me, This dream of you, Things have changed.

Simple twist of fate, One too many mornings, Things have changed.
Saved! Roll on John, Masters of War, Must be Santa.
Seven days, Shelter from the storm, Life is hard.

You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way.