Lyrics: Bob Dylan. The Basement Tapes. Nothing Was Delivered.

Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you
Not out of spite nor anger
But simply because it's true

Now, I hope you won't object to this
Giving back all of what you owe
The fewer words you have to waste on this
The sooner you can go

Nothing is better, nothing is best
Take heed of yourself, get plenty of rest

Nothing was delivered
But I can't say I sympathize
With what your fate is going to be
Yes, for telling all those lies

Now you must provide some answers
For what you sold that's not been received
And the sooner you come up with them
The sooner you can leave

Nothing is better, nothing is best
Take heed of yourself, get plenty of rest

Now you know nothing was delivered
And it's up to you to say
Just what you had in mind
When you made everybody pay

No, nothing was delivered
Yes and someone must explain
That as long as it takes to do this
Then that's how long as you'll remain

Nothing is better, nothing is best
Take heed of yourself, get plenty of rest