What could I possibly say about Bob Dylan that hasn’t already been said a thousand times before? He is, of course, one of the truly great singer-songwriters to have graced popular music, and I’ve had so many meaningful Dylan moments — many of them involving this song — that I’ve long since lost track of specific instances. What remains is the sense that this song engenders anew every time I listen to it — the sense of desolation, and rage, and long, lonely, windswept roads down which we all must walk. It’s the end of the day melancholy, driving home into the distant sunset. It’s the wind in your hair as you stand on the edge and wonder, ‘what next’? It’s the glorious poetic widescreen sadness of just trying to get by. If you need to have it explained to you, you’ll never understand. - 1/04
