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MY BACK PAGES      (Bob Dylan) Crimson flames tied through my ears Throwin' high and mighty traps Countless fire and flaming road Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic flanks of musketeers Foundation deep, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now My guard stood hard when abstract threats  Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now Copyright 1964 Special Rider Music The Byrds  "Younger Than Yesterday" Columbia Records 1967