Where have you all your good words gone?nWhere have all your stories gone?nWhere are all the pleasures fromnThe timbre of your tongue?nnI dreamed I had a gift fornHolding up the skynI dreamed I had a gift fornHolding up your skynAnd I dreamed I had a way withnWords of consolationnnDo you wish you were an honest man?nDo you wish you were a better man?nnWhere have all your good words gone?nWhere have all your mercies gone?nOh when did all your bones start to bend?nnDo you wish you were an honest man?nDo you wish you were a better man?