“Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me.
In the jingle-jangle morning, I'll come following you.”

“I've got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle,
As I go riding merrily along.
And they sing, "Oh, ain't you glad you're single?"
And that song ain't so very far from wrong.”

“Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.”

“"I'll never love any but you," the morning song of the lark;
"I'll never love any but you," the nightingale's hymn in the dark.”

“In the tangerine haze you stood
bathed in the morning sun
coming undone
in the tangerine haze
you take me hostage
as we play in the tangerine haze.”

“Ask me to play. I'll play. Ask me to shoot. I'll shoot. Ask me to pass. I'll pass. Ask me to steal, block out, sacrifice, lead, dominate. Anything. But it's not what you ask of me. It's what I ask of myself.”

“Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you my answer in the morning…”

“Give me songs
to sing
and emerald dreams
to dream

and I'll give you love
unfolding.”

“Like a bat out of Hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.”

“"You cannot escape me!" he roared. "Lead me into a trap and I'll pile the heads of your kinsmen at your feet! Hide from me and I'll tear apart the mountains to find you! I'll follow you to hell!"”