I am a lonesome hobo
Without family or friends,
Where another man's life might begin,
That's exactly where mine ends.
I have tried my hand at bribery,
Blackmail and deceit,
And I've served time for ev'rything
'Cept beggin' on the street.

Well, once I was rather prosperous,
There was nothing I did lack.
I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth
And silk upon my back.
But I did not trust my brother,
I carried him to blame,
Which led me to my fatal doom,
To wander off in shame.

Kind ladies and kind gentlemen,
Soon I will be gone,
But let me just warn you all,
Before I do pass on;
Stay free from petty jealousies,
Live by no man's code,
And hold your judgment for yourself
Lest you wind up on this road.

~~~~~daily dylan~~~~~

My brain it hurts from the work. I'm gonna surprise a few people when I get ready to surprise a few people. It's interesting, because I look about as dynamic as a cigar store indian in terms of what progress I'm making, but I'm really engaged in a very dynamic internal process. So when I make very big, very jarring decisions seemingly out of the blue, you can rest assured that they're actually far better thought out and less spur-of-the moment than they seem. Maybe I shouldn't give that secret away, and I'll look more unpredictable and glamorous if I continue to exclusively keep my own counsel. I'm less insane than people think, but far more troubled. So remember, when I go off to be a lonesome hobo, chances are, I've been weighing the pros and cons of throwing it all away for years.

This is Trash.