Bob Dylan - Too Much Of Nothing

Now, too much of nothing Can make a man feel ill at ease One man’s temper might rise While another man’s temper might freeze In the day of confession We cannot mock a soul Oh, when there’s too much of nothing No one has control Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion Too much of nothing Can make a man abuse a king He can walk the streets and boast like most But he wouldn’t know a thing Now, it’s all been done before It’s all been written in the book But when there’s too much of nothing Nobody should look Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion Too much of nothing Can turn a man into a liar It can cause one man to sleep on nails And another man to eat fire Ev’rybody’s doin’ somethin’ I heard it in a dream But when there’s too much of nothing It just makes a fella mean Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion