Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.

I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.

They say everything can be replaced, Yet every distance is not near. So I remember every face Of every man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.

May you stay Forever Young

If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?

If I had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.