If I Were Like Dylan
By Wendy DuMond
With Pat Bazdarich and Tom Franz
V1
We had our reasons
That’s the story we sell
When we shared our time
Down here in hell
V2
In the state of depression
In the city of Hate
We served it up cold
On paper plates
C
If I was like Dylan
If I was like Waits
If I was like Cohen
Some enigma on skates
I’d study the splatter
At the scene of our crime
Then I’d make it all matter
Then I’d make it all rhyme
V3
Our souls are empty
Just like our eyes
If God heard us pleading
He chose not to reply
V4
We made our excuses
For the thing that we did
Let’s just lay it down dear
Best keep it hid
C
B Musical
C
B Musical
