you raise up your head
and you ask, "is this where it is?"
and somebody points to you and says
"it's his"
and you say, "what's mine?"
and somebody else says, "where what is?"
and you say, "oh my god
am i here all alone?"

because something is happening here
but you don't know what it is
do you, mister jones?

you hand in your ticket
and you go watch the geek
who immediately walks up to you
when he hears you speak
and says, "how does it feel
to be such a freak?"
and you say, "impossible"
as he hands you a bone

because something is happening here
but you don't know what it is
do you, mister jones?

now you see this one-eyed midget
shouting the word "NOW"
and you say, "for what reason?"
and he says, "how?"
and you say, "what does this mean?"
and he screams back, "you're a cow
give me some milk or else go home"

-b. dylan - from "ballad of a thin man" (1965)

That's pretty much as much sense as the entire world makes to me right about now.