Frakkin' Missed Here

好久沒有回來，很想念這裡的自在、隱密。這裡像一個家，我可以把西裝外套順手一扔，腳上還穿著臭襪子和髒兮兮的牛仔褲，把身體往床上，像扔外套一樣地扔進彈簧床的凹陷。這個房子可以沒有女主人，但腦袋裡得有個可以直接撥號的號碼。話筒裡如果傳來「扁扁的」呼吸聲，就證明有人在乎這一切。證明世間有平安。

All Along The Watchtower, written by Bob Dylan

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I have been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin
And the wind began to howl

All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will

All along the watchtower
ps. 西裝外套加牛仔褲是我最端莊的模樣了，別嫌。聲音真的有扁有厚。