Well, I sailed through the storm
Strapped to the mast
But the time has come
And I'm seeing the real you at last.
When I met you baby,
You didn't show no visible scars
You could ride like Annie Oakley
You could shoot like Belle Starr
Well I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
Trouble always comes to pass
But all I care about now
Is that I'm seeing the real you at last.
from Dylan's Seeing the Real You at Last, on Empire Burlesque