For some time this is the song. The version that made Sonic Youth is somehow a bit darker, bemused, than the original of the great, unique (yes, you read correctly) Bob Dylan. Perfect composition, just does not want to go out of my head, and I'm not sure, that I want to let her go. Why not, to let her "grow", what is better than one composition to become part of you, so somehow, like that, by itself, at once, without asking you. I think that you know, what this is about - the real thing remains true, forever, and sometimes back to touch you, because you need them. And this definitely touched me, for the time being I prefer this version of the song, somehow she got a slight nostalgia, and I need it. See you soon. I'm still not there.
