Bob Has Never Written A Bad Song.

Last Night I Danced With A Stranger, But She Just Reminded Me You Were The One.

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

Hold It, Doc, A World War Passed Through My Brain. He Said, Nurse, Get Your Pad, This Boy's Insane.

Situations Have Ended Sad, Relationships Have All Been Bad.

I Wanted To Understand Things And Then Be Free Of Them. I Needed To Learn How To Telescope Things, Ideas. Things Were Too Big To See All At Once, Like All The Books In The Library-everything Laying Around On All The Tables. You Might Be Able To Put It All Into One Paragraph Or Into One Verse Of A Song If You Could Get It Right.