Rambling Through The Subterranean Lifestyle(Tribute to Bob Dylan)

Well the old trees color the sky    
With the moon mindless on the breeze    
Old men argue on the side of the road    
While ships go by lost in the sea    
Mountains shine as the earth is free    
Rememberin' past memories    
And as I walked down the side of the road    
It sparked up in inside of me    
   
She was just the neighbor girl all covered in a dress    
and I thought "these are foolish memories"    
and stuck my thumb out for the best    
old cars inside the stars, we are all hitchhiking for the rest    
I was about to call it quits, when a man pulled up in a top hat fully dressed    
he said" son do you need a ride, you look like you're lost."    
I said "only for 14 years sir, the rest has been tossed"    
So i climbed into his nice car and headed down the road    
He said "My names Jon and this is my pet toad"    
Well I found this man to be odd but he was, nice enough    
He looked to me and "Son you look like you had it rough"    
   
Well this man was sincere and I said "just drop me here"    
I couldn't talk no more  
Birds singing with the bees    
The flow of the trees and mindless matadors    
My shoes were ripped and my jeans weren't clean    
And people stared with no less of a care, through eyeless tambourines    
As I walked into the saloon on a steep to the bar and said"Barkeep"    
"I need your strongest gin"    
Well he gave me a strange look, poured me a glass    
Reflections colored me lavender, looking through the grass    
I drank it down fast with memories of the past    
My mind was a on a whim    
Then a girl with a neat little curl said "Drinkin' like that's a sin"    
   
I looked and she was the neighbor girl    
I was lost in the world, she clearly didn't recognize me    
So I said "Life is rough girl,hold on if you can"    
I finished my drink walked out the door    
Sunshine flying through, air cool as a fan    
Lost iron shackles, I was just a man    
So I went forward, never to look back    
Friendly fireflies, clothing in a sack    
That was the last time I seen her, our railroads    
Were alligned for a different track    
   
God help me, I see so much in this world, it's hard to be not vain    
When the sun goes down and the moon howls harsh    
It cries out through the pain    
One man, sing through the smoke, old timey-lookin folks    
Whiskey in a jar, Mindless ramblin' from afar    
As this young man, travels into the woods    
Burning the fires, casting away what should    
The finite of his life    
No more then the first time again, in that saloon    
That he saw his the woman almost his wife