Oh, You Go Sailing

Dylan

every time I hear that song

I think of you, your hair shaggy and long

glasses I am sure you thought were ironic

I was never good enough for you it seems,

with my indie music and black jeans

you were lovely, wordly, fair

all the way down to the shoes you wear

I know that you are not doing well now

I guess the music was not enough to sustain you

your talent wasted in a glass

your tired eyes, your long-spent sass

'You've Got Your Cherry Bomb' indeed

I would've been everything you need.