Bob Dylan — Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window Take 1 Alternate Take

(playing Jingle Bells) One two, one, two, three, four He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks Preoccupied with his vengeance Cursing the dead that can’t answer him back You know that he has no intentions Of looking your way, unless it’s to say He needs you to test his inventions Hey, come out the window Come on, it won't ruin you Don't say that he will haunt you You can go back any time you want to He looks so truthful, is this how he feels Trying to peel the moon and expose it With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel If he needs a third eye he just grows it He just needs you to talk or to pick up his chalk Or remember where he throws it Hey, crawl out your window Come on, it won't ruin you Don't say that he will haunt you You can go back to him any time you want to Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed You must be awful frightened of the box where you keep him While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange Their religion of the little tin women That backs up their views but your face is so bruised Come out the dark is beginning Hey, crawl out your window Come on, don't say it'll ruin you Don't say that he will haunt you You can go back to him any time you want to