Verse 3

Now for ten years we've been on our own
(Independence is an awesome scary thing... but what do you do with all that responsibility?... ...)
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
(I just said this not 3 blogs ago... when you're alone and have no other motivation or responsibility greater than yourself.. you get lazy... and you also get fat I think)
But that's not how it used to be
(Into a 'back when I was your age' speech... this probably includes some sort of walking uphill both ways section... and if you're any kind of a good storyteller at all then you realize the truth is not so much fabricated as it is stretched...)
When the Jester sang for the King and Queen
(No one merits the title 'jester'.. Bob Dylan maybe for 15 minutes... but this archetype is too big and too wild to have any real person fill the shoes... It's the weak of the world, through wit alone, holding the power of life and death, of fear and love... and then the spell is broken when the lights come on... or when your song gets overplayed on the radio)
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
(James Dean, a rebel without a cause James Dean... was surprisingly shy in real life... doesn't matter tho because all people ever see is what they want to see...)
With a voice that came from you and me
(People tend to remember insults and forget compliments... so even though a president enters office speaking for all the people... he leaves with almost none... like... such as... if he did 90 things for you in his term... it's that 91st decision you disagree with that makes you turn... for example.. by the end Bush definitely did not speak for you and me... FYI Hitler entered with a 98% approval rating...)
Oh, and while the King was looking down The Jester stole his thorny crown
(On the cross Jesus looked down to the disciple he loved and gave him the care of His mother... In the 60s Elvis Presley's popularity was going down and Bob Dylan took over as the voice of the people... these two things are completely unrelated although somehow they're supposed to be... at best it hints at the hazards of celebrity... in a mo' money, mo' problems kinda way...)
The courtroom was adjourned, No verdict was returned
(I cheated on this one and found out that Lee Harvey Oswald was killed before he could stand trial for the assassination of John F Kennedy, so then technically the court would be adjourned without ever having a verdict... conspiracy theorists all say that Oswald never did it, but he could not stand trial because it would expose how flimsy the evidence was, so they killed him to put an end to public scrutiny...
... but who?... he had many enemies...
... the mafia... Cuba... the CIA... the Federal Reserve and executive order 11110... but I guess since building #7 fell we'll never know)
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
(Vladimir Lenin read a book on Karl Marx and then led the Russian Revolution in 1917... John Lennon's unconfirmed favorite comedian was Groucho Marx and he led the British rock invasion in 1964... this is actually more related than the Jesus/Bob Dylan metaphor from a few lines back..)
The quartet practiced in the park
(This might be a slam to the Beatles 1966 concert at Candlestick Park that sold barely half the tickets... lasted 33 minutes... and with awful music and off-key voices could have been mistaken for a shoddy mic test... it was their last concert as a group... ever)
And we sang dirges in the dark
(It could be anti-war protests... it could be mourning assassinations... the Kennedy's (1963, 1968) and Martin Luther King (1968)... Or it could be making fun of Saskatchewan.. who alone with Alabama were the only places in North America not to adopt daylight savings time (1966) and were 'in the dark' an hour earlier than everyone else...)
The day the music died, We were singin'