Song For Bob Dylan (Demo)

[Verse 1]
Ah, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young boy named Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
Those words in truthful vengeance
Could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more

[Chorus]
Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

[Verse 2]
You gave your soul to every bedsit room
At least a picture on the wall
And you sat behind a million pairs of eyes
And told them what you saw
Then we lost your train of thought
Your paintings are all your own
While troubles are rising, we'd rather be scared
Together than alone

[Chorus]
Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old lady, lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

[Verse 3]
So, hear this, Robert Zimmerman
Though I don't suppose we'll meet
Ask your good friend Dylan
If he'd gaze a while down the old street
Tell him we lost his poems
And we're writing on the walls
Just give us back our unity
And give us back our family
You're every nation's refugee
Don't leave us with their sanity

[Chorus]
But here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes again
That same old painted lady
From the brow of the superbrain
She'll scratch this world to pieces
As she comes on like a friend
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again

[Outro]
But a couple of songs
From your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes
Here she comes