by Bob Dylan



You got a lotta nerve

To say you are my friend

When I was down

You just stood there grinning



You got a lotta nerve

To say you gota helping hand to lend

You just want to be on

The side that's winning



You say I let you down

You know it's not like that

If you're so hurt

Why then don't you show it



You say you lost your faith

But that's not where it's at

You had no faith to lose

And you know it



I know the reason

That you talk behind my back

I used to be among the crowd

You're in with



Do you take me for such a fool

To think I'd make contact

With the one who tries to hide

What he don't know to begin with



You see me on the street

You always act surprised

You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"

But you don't mean it



When you know as well as me

You'd rather see me paralyzed

Why don't you just come out once

And scream it



No, I do not feel that good

When I see the heartbreaks you embrace

If I was a master thief

Perhaps I'd rob them



And now I know you're dissatisfied

With your position and your place

Don't you understand

It's not my problem



I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

And just for that one moment

I could be you



Yes, I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

You'd know what a drag it is

To see you