Bob Dylan - Things Have Changed

I'm a worried man, got a worried mind No one in front of me, no one behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassins eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train Standin' on the gallows with my head in a noose Any minute now I'm expectin' all hell to break loose