Tangled up in Blue by Bob Dylan

Fun story in a song! If you really sit and read/listen to the lyrics it's a pretty good story! Wonder how it would of ended..."The only thing I knew how to do, Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew, Tangled up in blue..."

Early one morning the sun was shining
She was laying in bed
Wond'ring if she'd changed it all
If her hair was still red
Their folks they said their lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
And he was standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on his shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows he'd paid some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when they first met
Soon to be divorced
He helped her out of a jam I guess
But he used a little too much force
They drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split it up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at him
As he was walking away
Saying over her shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue.

He had a job in Santa Fe
Working as a cook for a spell
But he never did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell
So he drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while he was alone
The past was close behind
He'd seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind and it just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was working in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at her side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I was just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me "Don't tell me let me guess your name ?"
I muttered something underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when it all came crashing through
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm going on back again
I got to get them somehow
All the faces we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are truckdriver's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't 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.