'Twas so often now it seems, streets covered with toil and crud
Staying home was a virtue, 'cause the road was full of mud
But I came in from the snowy wilderness, a creature void of form
"Come in," Lyla said, "I'll give ya shelter from that storm"
Not a word was spoke between us, naturally little risk involved
Everything up to that point was never left unresolved
For Escape try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
"Come in," Lyla said, "I'll give ya shelter from that storm"
After time, I was burned out from exhaustion, very high on that scale
Languishing in the bushes and blown out on this tale
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged and so worn
"Come in," Lyla said, "I'll give ya shelter from that storm"
I’ve heard sounds from other rooms, wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
Likely Vlad with broken teeth stranded without love
Do you have a question, guys, are you hopeless and forlorn?
“Come in,” Lyla said, “I’ll give you shelter from that storm”
And if you should decide to pass that way, you can always rest assured
She'll always do her best for you, this hot shorty little bird
In this industry of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
"Come in," Lyla will say, "I'll give ya shelter from your storm"
~Bob Dylan Shelter from the Storm (kinda, sorta but not really)
Staying home was a virtue, 'cause the road was full of mud
But I came in from the snowy wilderness, a creature void of form
"Come in," Lyla said, "I'll give ya shelter from that storm"
Not a word was spoke between us, naturally little risk involved
Everything up to that point was never left unresolved
For Escape try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
"Come in," Lyla said, "I'll give ya shelter from that storm"
After time, I was burned out from exhaustion, very high on that scale
Languishing in the bushes and blown out on this tale
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged and so worn
"Come in," Lyla said, "I'll give ya shelter from that storm"
I’ve heard sounds from other rooms, wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
Likely Vlad with broken teeth stranded without love
Do you have a question, guys, are you hopeless and forlorn?
“Come in,” Lyla said, “I’ll give you shelter from that storm”
And if you should decide to pass that way, you can always rest assured
She'll always do her best for you, this hot shorty little bird
In this industry of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
"Come in," Lyla will say, "I'll give ya shelter from your storm"
~Bob Dylan Shelter from the Storm (kinda, sorta but not really)
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