by Bob Dylan



You speak to me

In sign language

As I'm eating a sandwich

In a small cafe

At a quarter to three

But I can't respond

To your sign language.

You're taking advantage,

Bringing me down.

Can't you make any sound?



'Twas there by the bakery

Surrounded by fakery

Tell her my story

Still I'm still there.

Does she know I still care?



Link Wray was playin'

On a jukebox I was payin'

For the words I was sayin'

So misunderstood

He didn't do me no good.



You speak to me

In sign language

As I'm eating a sandwich

In a small cafe

At a quarter to three

But I can't respond

To your sign language.

You're taking advantage,

Bringing me down.

Can't you make any sound