Song for Bob Dylan

Give us back our unity give us back our family
Brought a few more people on and put the fear in a whole lot more

Ah, here she comes, here she comes here she comes again
While troubles are rising we'd rather be scared together than alone
Ah, here she comes, here she comes here she comes again
Some words of truthful vengeance they could pin us to the floor
Could send her home again
Ah, here she comes, here she comes here she comes again
Could send her home again
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes and told them how they saw
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Ask your good friend Dylan if he'd gaze a while down the old street
Then we lost your train of thought the paintings are all your own
Come on a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
You gave your heart to every bedsit room at least a picture on the wall
The same old painted lady from the brow of a super brain

And a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
The same old painted lady from the brow of a super brain
She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend

Now hear this Robert Zimmerman though I don't suppose we'll meet
Oh, here she comes, oh, here she comes
The same old painted lady from the brow of a super brain

And a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
You're every nation's refugee don't leave us with their sanity
She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
Could send her home again

She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
Tell him we've lost his poems so they're writing on the walls
With a voice like sand and glue