'Tis the Taurus time of the year with bullwrinkles and squirrely rockinesses flying through your life. It bores bad enough that you can let it go. Getting real tired of your crap is the only way that you finally let it go. There is usefulness to your feeling crappy! Shift and get off the plot. You probably have no idea where you are going. Congratulations. You are being and choosing in your life rather than figuring it all out. The mind hates that. It'll make you feel like the crap. Pop the mind. It ain't you babe; nah nah nah, it ain't you babe. It's you you're looking for, babe........ So get off the watchtower and get along. Give up the masters and wars, the desolation rows and all that's blowin' in the wind cuz a hard rain's agonna fall. It's a new morning even though you feel tangled up in blue. You ain't goin' nowhere, so let it lay lady lay. This Wheel's on fire and you are burning through. Baby, if you follow it down while knockin' on heaven's door, it'll take a lot to laugh and a train to cry...... So let the simple twists of fate unwind; go to see the gypsy. It's love minus zero with no limits. Most likely you'll go your way and I'll go mine, but meet me in the morning when you're stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. We'll shelter from the storm and the idiot wind. Absolutely, sweet Marie cuz we ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, no more. Don't think twice, it's alright. Praise Bob.