Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship.
My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip.
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels.
To be wanderin’.
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade.
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.
I promise to go under it.

Mr. Tambourine Man
Bob Dylan (1965), Bringing It All Back Home