Bob Dylan

When they say, "You and what army?" I guess they're talking about you and me. Baby, nobody will love you. Nobody will love you like, like I do. I guess that's half true. Come down, come down, come down from your holy Mountain. I'm down, I'm down. So put shame on a billboard for a second. Sometimes, sometimes the only way out is Through, through. 'Cause I'm even lost, I'm delight. I just want you to love me like that, Yeah. Put your millionaires to Johnny Cash. I'm obsessed. Do you love me like that? Yeah. So what fates do we share? Windows down, wind in your hair. Baby, no one ever thinks of you. No one ever thinks of you as much as I do. Not, not even you. Come down, come down, come down from your holy Mountain. I'm down, I'm down. So put shame on a billboard for a second. Sometimes, sometimes the only way out is Through, through. 'Cause I'm even lost, I'm delight. I just want you to love me like that, Yeah. Put your millionaires to Johnny Cash. I'm obsessed. Do you love me like that? Yeah. 'Cause I'm even lost, I'm delight. I just want you to love me like that, Yeah. Put your millionaires to Johnny Cash. I'm obsessed. Do you love me like that? Yeah.