by Bob Dylan



Now, too much of nothing

Can make a man feel ill at ease.

One man's temper might rise

While another man's temper might freeze.

In the day of confession

We cannot mock a soul.

Oh, when there's too much of nothing,

No one has control.



Say hello to Valerie

Say hello to Vivian

Send them all my salary

On the waters of oblivion



Too much of nothing

Can make a man abuse a king.

He can walk the streets and boast like most

But he wouldn't know a thing.

Now, it's all been done before,

It's all been written in the book,

But when there's too much of nothing,

Nobody should look.



Say hello to Valerie

Say hello to Vivian

Send them all my salary

On the waters of oblivion



Too much of nothing

Can turn a man into a liar,

It can cause one man to sleep on nails

And another man to eat fire.

Ev'rybody's doin' somethin',

I heard it in a dream,

But when there's too much of nothing,

It just makes a fella mean.



Say hello to Valerie

Say hello to Vivian

Send them all my salary

On the waters of oblivion