Kafka On The Shore - Bob Dylan

The night has fallen
And for the first time the big city
She lays so quiet
The sky keeps falling
And I guess I'm still falling
Still falling as well
Said I guess I'm still falling
Still falling as well
Alright

But I don't feel a thing
No I don't feel a thing

I started walking
after running my entire life
You might say it that's not very long son
It's still long enough to make me
grow so tired inside
Said it's still long enough to make me
grow so tired inside
Alright

But I'm not afraid
No I'm not afraid

You left while I was stuck here
I slept and you fucked
The perfect season for Kafka
In my dreams, I'm far ahead of you
Your legs are much faster now,
My hands are still cleaner
At least my mornings after,
Give me reason for laughter,
Alright

But I don't feel a thing
No I don't feel a thing

And is this all that I have
And all I've ever been
Well just as hard as I try
I can't feel a thing

No don't feel a thing
No I don't.