I always thought that Dylan was apologising.
Now I now he isn’t.
All those things she wants, he’s not the one to provide them.
Not because he can’t.
But because he won’t.
And as for the lyrics, try the first two lines..
Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
Dylan, like Hemingway, makes me wonder if there's a parallel English language, that the rest of us don't speak, but in which lines like Leave at your own chosen speed are available to those who do.
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