she belongs to me

Dylan's done this one on the tour, too. Just reading the lyrics I'm moved, they seem to capture the kind of person I want to end up in love with. Songs are great at providing fantasies like this--ways we want to feel about people, about life--but I think this can be so harmful if we forget that songs (like poems, I think) capture moments, capture feelings that are by their nature always changing; if we expect the feeling in a song to last, in the same way, forever.

"She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child,
The Law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween give her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy her a drum."