You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give. Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from my hole, quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.
Bob DylanPeople are going to say, โWell, itโs not very truthful.โ But a songwriter doesnโt care about whatโs truthful. What he cares about is what shouldโve happened, what couldโve happened. Thatโs its own kind of truth. Itโs like people who read Shakespeare plays, but they never see a Shakespeare play. I think they just use his name.
Bob Dylan