You Can't Do Something Forever.

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

She's A Hypnotist Collector; You Are A Walking Antique.

Whatever That ["transfiguration" By Bob Dylan] Means, It's True That The Poetic Brilliance Of The Early Career Would Never Really Reappear.

So Now I'm Going Back Again I Got To Get Her Somehow All The People We Used To Know They're An Illusion To Me Now Some Are Mathematicians Some Are Carpenter's Wives Don't Know How It All Got Started I Don't What They're Doing With Their Lives But Me I'm Still On The Road Heading For Another Joint We Always Did Feel The Same We Just Saw It From A Different Point Of View Tangled Up In Blue.

You Been Down To The Bottom With A Bad Man, Babe But You're Back Were You Belong