We all like motorcycles to some degree.

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.

There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.

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.

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

Advertising signs: they con you into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on all around you

let me forget about today until tomorrow