You can't do something forever.

In harmony with cosmic sea, true love needs no company. It can cure the soul, it can make it whole, if dogs run free.

Just in time for Bob Dylan to recoil from the attention, leave the city for Woodstock, and turn his back on fame.

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.

the only thing i knew how to do was to keep on keeping on

Ring the bells for the blind and deaf.

Lord knows I've paid my dues getting through, tangled up in blue.