| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you,
Not out of
spite or anger
But simply because it's true.
Now, I hope you won't object to
this,
Giving back all of what you owe,
The fewer words you have to waste on this,
The
sooner you can go.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of this and get
plenty of rest.
Nothing was delivered
But I can't say I sympathize
With what
your fate is going to be,
Yes, for telling all those lies.
Now you must provide some
answers
For what you sell has not been received,
And the sooner you come up with
them,
The sooner you can leave.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed
of this and get plenty rest.
(Now you know)
Nothing was delivered
And it's up
to you to say
Just what you had in mind
When you made ev'rybody pay.
No, nothing was
delivered,
Yes, 'n' someone must explain
That as long as it takes to do this
Then
that's how long that you'll remain.
Nothing is better, nothing is best,
Take heed of
this and get plenty rest |
