cold irons bound - bob dylan

i&beginning to hear voices and there&no one around i&all used up and the fields have turned brown i went to church on sunday as she passed by my love for her is taking such a long time to die well i&waist deep, waist deep in the mist it&almost like, almost like i don&exist i&twenty miles out of town, cold irons bound the walls of pride are high and wide can&see over to the other side it&such a sad thing to see beauty decay it&sadder still to feel your heart torn away one look at you and i&out of control like the universe has swallowed me whole i&twenty miles out of town and cold irons bound there&too many people, too many to recall i thought some of them were friends of mine i was wrong about them all well the road is rocky and the hillside mud up over my head nothing but clouds of blood i found my world, found my world in you but your love just hasn&proved true i&twenty miles out of town, cold irons bound twenty miles out of town, cold irons bound well the winds in chicago have torn me to shreds reality has always had too many heads some things last longer than you think they will some kind of things you can never kill it&you and you only, i&singing about but you can&see in and it&hard looking out i&twenty miles out of town, cold irons bound well the fat&in the fire and the water&in the tank well the whiskey&in the jar and the money&in the bank i tried to love and protect you because i care i&gonna remember forever the joy we&shared looking at you and i&on my bended...