Things Have Changed

A worried man with a worried mind,

No one in front of me and nothing behind,

There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne.

Got white skin, got assassin's eyes,

I'm looking up into a sapphire-tinted skies,

I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train.

Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose,

Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose.

People are crazy and times are strange,

I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range,

I used to care, but things have changed.

(Bob Dylan, "Things Have Changed")