I don’t know if I know how to be here
I tried to let the light back in
I tried to shake out the darkness
I tried to breathe just right
I tried to run ahead
I tried to plan it just right
How do you explain it
When everyone just wants to be famous…
How do you explain it
When everyone is after instant gratification
The phone in their hand
The streamline to streaming
How do we get back?
How do we escape from here?
Where do we run to?
You know,
We all look the same
We all sound the same
What’s it going to take
To get you to shake
All the things
OFF ——-that weigh you down
What happened to your youth
And
All the things you used to
Stop and get excited by and by and by and bye
You just pass by
On the street
Are we numb
Or just incomplete
How do we escape from here
He said
A hard hard hard rain is going to fall *
But here we are
Just chasing chasing chasing
Our tails
Tangled by our shadows
In the street
I don’t know if I know how to be here
*Bob Dylan, A Hard Rain’s a Gonna Fall, Album The Free Wheelin’ Bob Dylan, 1963
Regarding Samuel 