So now I’m going back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know,
They’re an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians,
Some are carpenters’ wives –
Don’t know how it all got started,
I don’t know what they’re doing with their lives.
But me, I’m still on the road
Heading for another joint –
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point
of view,
Tangled up in blue…

– Dylan, Bob.