Bob Dylan Analysis

I can hear the turning of the key I've been deceived by the clown inside of me. I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain. My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most. The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still. I come back to …

…to cross me off-a your list. My head tells me it's time to make a change But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange. One more time at midnight, near the wall Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl. Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit? Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it. Bibliography www.BobDylan.com www.AJ.com/bobdylan_lyrics