
“We're idiots, babe. It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.”
Song lyrics, Blood on the Tracks (1975), Idiot Wind
Context: Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe. It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.