Posted by: Dan | November 18, 2004

If My Life was a Bob Dylan Song…

I wasn’t far off the Alaskan highway
when I got stuck on the road.
My knee was swollen and my shoulders sore
from carryin’ my load.
There was a reserve to the West but I was headin’ East and I was too tired to care.
I dropped my bag down on the gravel and decided to sleep right there.
But I was still in the mountains and the cold wind came and I hardly shut my eyes.
Too cold to sleep, too tired to move, I watched the grey sunrise.
I was passin’ through.
Tangled up in Blue.

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