Pos­it­ively 4th Street

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grin­ning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you gotta help­ing hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s win­ning

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt
Why then don’t you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reas­on
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make con­tact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act sur­prised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me para­lyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heart­breaks you embrace
If I was a mas­ter thief
Per­haps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dis­sat­is­fied
With your pos­i­tion and your place
Don’t you under­stand
It’s not my prob­lem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

Cred­its

Words & music Bob Dylan
Sony Music Enter­tain­ment Inc

Oth­er Info

This track is on the Home album (2003)