Mr. Tambourine Man? I don’t think so.
This is bloody poetic is what it is.

I went to the market… to see what they had…
And they had everything… everything but you…

I went to the theatre… to see what was showing…
And they had everything… everything but you…

I went into my mind to see the words…
…And to say them to you…
But I couldn’t say those words…
…And what do those words mean?
…And are they really even words?
…Are they really words?
…Are they really words?
…Are they really words?
…Or just sounds from my mouth?