Bob Dylan Lyrics

I've got mixed up confustion, I believe it's killing me

Well, there's too many people, and they're all too hard to please

My shots in my hand, babe, I'm walking down the line

I'm looking for a woman with a head mixed up like mine

I'm too old to lose, babe, I'm too lost to win

And I feel like a stranger in the skin I'm living in

I'm walking, I'm wondering, my poor feet don't ever stop

I seen my reflection in the window of a shut-down pawnshop

If I had just one regret for living in this world too long

well, I once had it all right, now I keep getting everything wrong

Well, I've mixed up confusion, I believe it's killing me

There's too many people, and they're all too hard to please