| Song | I And I |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Outfidel Intakes (remastered Rough Cuts and Outfidels) |
| I And I | |
| Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed | |
| Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams | |
| In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed | |
| To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives | |
| Think I’ll go out and go for a walk | |
| Not much happenin’ here, nothin’ ever does | |
| Besides, if she wakes up now, she’ll just want me to talk | |
| I got nothin’ to say, ’specially about whatever was | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives | |
| Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don’t win the race | |
| It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth | |
| Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice’s beautiful face | |
| And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives | |
| Outside of two men on a train platform there’s nobody in sight | |
| They’re waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track | |
| The world could come to an end tonight, but that’s all right | |
| She should still be there sleepin’ when I get back | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives | |
| Noontime, and I’m still pushin’ myself along the road, the darkest part | |
| Into the narrow lanes, I can’t stumble or stay put | |
| Someone else is speakin’ with my mouth, but I’m listening only to my heart | |
| I’ve made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives |
| I And I | |
| Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed | |
| Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams | |
| In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed | |
| To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one' s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives | |
| Think I' ll go out and go for a walk | |
| Not much happenin' here, nothin' ever does | |
| Besides, if she wakes up now, she' ll just want me to talk | |
| I got nothin' to say, ' specially about whatever was | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one' s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives | |
| Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don' t win the race | |
| It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth | |
| Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice' s beautiful face | |
| And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one' s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives | |
| Outside of two men on a train platform there' s nobody in sight | |
| They' re waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track | |
| The world could come to an end tonight, but that' s all right | |
| She should still be there sleepin' when I get back | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one' s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives | |
| Noontime, and I' m still pushin' myself along the road, the darkest part | |
| Into the narrow lanes, I can' t stumble or stay put | |
| Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I' m listening only to my heart | |
| I' ve made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot | |
| I and I | |
| In creation where one' s nature neither honors nor forgives | |
| I and I | |
| One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives |