Lyrics

EVEN DYLAN DON’T WRITE DYLAN SONGS NO MORE
Sometimes I got the world on a string and I whistle a merry tune
Sometimes it all starts slippin’ away Like a little boy’s balloon
I wish I could give the world to you Tie it up in a pretty bow
But it's too far gone There's no right or wrong

Even Dylan don't write Dylan songs no more
Even Dylan don't write Dylan songs no more

Old man Hemingway he had a code How to live in a broken world
Kerouac he hit the road Looking for bodhisattva pearls
But this land don't honor its’ prophets Their voices drown in traffic's roar We're all on our own There's no way home Even Dylan don't write Dylan songs No more
Even Dylan don't write Dylan songs No more

He made shoes for everyone, even me
He put the hard rain in a glass for all to see
So if you're looking for answers, my friend, don't look to him
The only answer he ever had is still blowing in the wind...

I wish I could give you a mantra I wish I could coin a phrase
I wish I could write a book of poems to help you make it through your days
But it's getting tough out here for a poet It’s getting hard to find a metaphor
It's all teddy bears and electric chairs Even Dylan don't write Dylan songs No more
Even Dylan don't write Dylan songs No more