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-[VERSE 1]

-I got on at Blood on the Tracks

-Midwinter, mid-thirties, suitcase cracked

-Tangled Up in Blue seats, torn upholstery

-Every love’s a wound if you tell it closely

-

-He’s beside me, hat pulled low

-Says names don’t matter, then says his does

-Talks in riddles, coughs up smoke

-Says truth is just a different joke

-

-[PRE-CHORUS]

-I ask him straight, he laughs and stalls

-Says “I contain multitudes” then denies it all

-

-[CHORUS]

-First rule of Bob D

-You don’t explain Bobby D

-Second rule, you change the tune

-Right when they start to listen

-I’m riding shotgun with a ghost and a grin

-Trying to work out where belief begins

-Slow train coming, fast blood drying

-Am I watching history

-Or am I next in line?

-

-[VERSE 2]

-He says Desire’s just a mask

-Scarlet bandana, rolling cast

-Hurricane stories, violin crime

-Truth bends better when it rhymes

-

-Street-Legal sermons, horns too loud

-Choir creeping in from the crowd

-I say “Is this where faith kicks in?”

-He says “Kid, faith is a different skin”

-

-[PRE-CHORUS]

-He points ahead, track starts to glow

-Says “You don’t find God — He boards you slow”

-

-[CHORUS]

-First rule of B. D.

-Never trust the phase

-Third rule, burn the map

-Fourth rule, praise and blame

-Blood on the tracks, then a ticket stub

-From heartbreak hotel to the Book of Job

-Slow Train Coming, no return fare

-I don’t know if I’m following

-Or already there

-

-[BRIDGE – UNRELIABLE NARRATOR]

-Maybe he’s real

-Maybe he’s me

-Maybe I read him into history

-Charlemagne with a harmonica crown

-Founding empires, burning them down

-

-He says “Saved isn’t irony”

-I say “Neither is Shot of Love”

-He says “You want sincerity?”

-I say “Yeah — but not enough”

-

-[BREAK]

-The train won’t stop

-The questions stack

-Every answer changes the track

-

-[VERSE 3]

-He quotes scripture, then quotes himself

-Leaves both unlabeled on the shelf

-I say “Did you mean it?”

-He says “At the time”

-Which feels like truth

-Or feels like a crime

-

-I check my reflection in the window glass

-See Eli Mercer wearing someone else’s past

-If he could pivot, vanish, return

-What’s the lesson I’m meant to learn?

-

-[FINAL CHORUS]

-First rule of influence

-You swear you’re not influenced

-Second rule, deny the debt

-While you’re counting interest

-Blood on the tracks, slow train hum

-Faith or fracture, here it comes

-He tips his hat, says “You’ll be fine”

-Leaves me alone

-With a voice that sounds like mine

-

-[OUTRO]

-Train keeps rolling

-Names decay

-History’s just a long delay

-If Dylan’s Charlemagne, what am I then?

-Another passenger

-Learning when
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-more_label: Lyrics
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-[VERSE 1]
-I got on at Blood on the Tracks
-Midwinter, mid-thirties, suitcase cracked
-Tangled Up in Blue seats, torn upholstery
-Every love’s a wound if you tell it closely
-
-He’s beside me, hat pulled low
-Says names don’t matter, then says his does
-Talks in riddles, coughs up smoke
-Says truth is just a different joke
-
-[PRE-CHORUS]
-I ask him straight, he laughs and stalls
-Says “I contain multitudes” then denies it all
-
-[CHORUS]
-First rule of Bob D
-You don’t explain Bobby D
-Second rule, you change the tune
-Right when they start to listen
-I’m riding shotgun with a ghost and a grin
-Trying to work out where belief begins
-Slow train coming, fast blood drying
-Am I watching history
-Or am I next in line?
-
-[VERSE 2]
-He says Desire’s just a mask
-Scarlet bandana, rolling cast
-Hurricane stories, violin crime
-Truth bends better when it rhymes
-
-Street-Legal sermons, horns too loud
-Choir creeping in from the crowd
-I say “Is this where faith kicks in?”
-He says “Kid, faith is a different skin”
-
-[PRE-CHORUS]
-He points ahead, track starts to glow
-Says “You don’t find God — He boards you slow”
-
-[CHORUS]
-First rule of B. D.
-Never trust the phase
-Third rule, burn the map
-Fourth rule, praise and blame
-Blood on the tracks, then a ticket stub
-From heartbreak hotel to the Book of Job
-Slow Train Coming, no return fare
-I don’t know if I’m following
-Or already there
-
-[BRIDGE – UNRELIABLE NARRATOR]
-Maybe he’s real
-Maybe he’s me
-Maybe I read him into history
-Charlemagne with a harmonica crown
-Founding empires, burning them down
-
-He says “Saved isn’t irony”
-I say “Neither is Shot of Love”
-He says “You want sincerity?”
-I say “Yeah — but not enough”
-
-[BREAK]
-The train won’t stop
-The questions stack
-Every answer changes the track
-
-[VERSE 3]
-He quotes scripture, then quotes himself
-Leaves both unlabeled on the shelf
-I say “Did you mean it?”
-He says “At the time”
-Which feels like truth
-Or feels like a crime
-
-I check my reflection in the window glass
-See Eli Mercer wearing someone else’s past
-If he could pivot, vanish, return
-What’s the lesson I’m meant to learn?
-
-[FINAL CHORUS]
-First rule of influence
-You swear you’re not influenced
-Second rule, deny the debt
-While you’re counting interest
-Blood on the tracks, slow train hum
-Faith or fracture, here it comes
-He tips his hat, says “You’ll be fine”
-Leaves me alone
-With a voice that sounds like mine
-
-[OUTRO]
-Train keeps rolling
-Names decay
-History’s just a long delay
-If Dylan’s Charlemagne, what am I then?
-Another passenger
-Learning when
---more