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.
Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.
Bob Dylan was again an entirely new person - this time old, craggy, cynical, and world-weary, as in "Not Dark Yet".