Dylan's Highway Revisited

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, where this time have you gone? there's a war in the desert raging but I don’t hear your voice rising. Look, you know I took you for your word, closely listened to every story you told, you had me right in the palm of your hand with your tale of a dove lying in the sand. When that crazy Asian war was being waged, senators, congressmen, you mocked on stage; the times they are a-changing, you were saying, man, I believed you and I joined in the singing. History is repeating in the Mesopotamian dune and long have I waited for your rambling tune; where’s your harmonica and that familiar noise, where's your poetry, where’s your angry voice! The masters of war are on a rampage again, sending thousands to their death, it's a sin! strange that I don't hear you saying anything, running out of gas, are you? you poor thing. Maybe the years are finally catching up with you, is it time for Springsteen to run the road show? or are you just too busy making them records for the next Grammy night, gunning for the gold. Come on, make up your mind, Mister Dylan, lend us a hand and help us make a stand; no time to think twice for things aren't alright, are you selling out or are you joining the fight? Hey, hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, damn it, where have you gone? there's a war in the desert raging but I don’t see you doing anything!