by Bob Dylan
You speak to me in sign language
As I m eating a sandwich in a small cafe
At a quarter to three.
But I can t respond to your sign language.
You re taking advantagebringing me down.
Can t you make any sound?
Twas there by the bakerysurrounded by fakery.
This is my storystill I m still there.
Does she know I still care?
Link Wray was playing on a jukeboxI was paying
For the words I was sayingso misunderstood.
He didn t do me no good.
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