Bob Dylan was again an entirely new person - this time old, craggy, cynical, and world-weary, as in "Not Dark Yet".

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity.

I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.

Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.

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

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.

For them that must obey authority/That they do not respect in any degree/Who despise their jobs, their destinies/Speak jealously of them that are free