[Originally by Bob Dylan]

Of war and peace the truth just twists

Its curfew gull just glides
Upon four-legged forest clouds
The cowboy angel rides

With his candle lit into the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden.


The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached

To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail
Though it shadows metal badge
All and all can only fall

With a crashing but meaningless blow
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden.


The savage soldiers sticks his head in sand
And then complains
Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf

But still remains
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tatooed sails

Heading for the Gates of Eden.

With a time-rusted compass blade

Alladin and his lamp
Sits with Utopian hermit monks
Side saddle on the Golden Calf

And on their promises of paradise
You will not hear a laugh
All except inside the Gates of Eden.


Relationships of ownership
They whisper in the wings

To those condemned to act accordingly
And wait for succeeding kings
And I will try to harmonize with songs

The lonesome sparrow sings
There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden.


The motorcycle black madonna
Two-wheeled gypsy queen
And her silver-studded phantom cause

The gray flannel dwarf to scream
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins

And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

The kingdoms of Experience

In the precious wind they rot
While paupers change possessions
Each one wishing for what the other has got

And the princess and the prince
Discuss what's real and what is not
It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden.


The foreign sun, it squints upon
A bed that is never mine

As friends and other strangers
From their fates try to resign
Leaving men wholly totally free

To do anything they wish to do but die
And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden.


At dawn my lower comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse

Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true

And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.