Song Lyrics (I'm sorry I realize that's a cop-out)

I've recently discovered that I like folk music. I won't pretend that this has nothing to do with my political persuasion. Bob Dylan is, of course, the greatest American folk singer (but then, he's from Minnesota, so of course he is. We're taller and hairier and more like Canadians than the rest of you, eh?). I nearly murdered my brother when he got tickets to hear Dylan at the Toledo Zoo (no, he won't be in a cage -- that I know of) in July when I can't go. Dylan wrote a lot of recondite songs, but I like this relatively-straightforward one because it is a counter to all the fatuous top-40 "we-may-both-be-ordinary-but-our-love-is-immortal" songs. Realism is refreshing. And I like counter-anything.

Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.