Song for Bob Dylan

She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend
The same old painted lady from the brow of a super brain
Brought a few more people on and put the fear in a whole lot more
Ask your good friend Dylan if he'd gaze a while down the old street

The same old painted lady from the brow of a super brain
The same old painted lady from the brow of a super brain
Could send her home again
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

Some words of truthful vengeance they could pin us to the floor
And a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
With a voice like sand and glue
Ah, here she comes, here she comes here she comes again
Oh, here she comes, oh, here she comes
Could send her home again

Now hear this Robert Zimmerman though I don't suppose we'll meet
And you sat behind a million pair of eyes and told them how they saw

You gave your heart to every bedsit room at least a picture on the wall
And a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Ah, here she comes, here she comes here she comes again
Could send her home again
She'll scratch this world to pieces as she comes on like a friend

Give us back our unity give us back our family
While troubles are rising we'd rather be scared together than alone
Tell him we've lost his poems so they're writing on the walls
Then we lost your train of thought the paintings are all your own
But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Ah, here she comes, here she comes here she comes again
Come on a couple of songs from your old scrapbook