70 years forever young in the Age of Dylan...
"You close your eyes and pout your lips and slip your fingers from your glove.
You can have the best there is, but it's gonna cost you all your love.
You won't get it from money." - from Idiot Wind, New York version
"You'll never know the hurt I suffered not the pain I raise above
And I'll never know the same about you your holiness or your kind of
love
And it makes me feel so sorry." - from Idiot Wind, Minneapolis version
