walls of red wing
bob dylan
i remember quite freely: no younger than twelve
and cast off like criminals
from the dirty old mess hall
you march to the brick wall
you remember your hometown
and the walls are barbed wire
with the 'lectricity sting
and it's keep down your head
to the deep hollow dungeon
farewell to the boardwalk
that takes you to the screen
and farewell to the minutes
they threaten you with it
that stands around smilin'
through the crossbar windows
and the wind punched hard
to make the wall-siding sing
i pretended to be a-sleepin'
as the rain rattled heavy
on the bunkhouse shingles
and the sounds in the night
'til the keys of the guards
clicked the tune of the morning
and some of us'll wind up
and some of us'll stand up
to meet you on your crossroads