Your Old Road Is Rapidly Aging. Please

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down, Before You Call Him A Man? How Many Seas Must A White Dove Sail, Before She Sleeps In The Sand? Yes, And How Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly, Before They're Forever Banned?

We Never Thought We Could Ever Get Old.

I'm Determined To Stand Whether God Will Deliver Me Or Not.

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.

Just In Time For Bob Dylan To Recoil From The Attention, Leave The City For Woodstock, And Turn His Back On Fame.