I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes.
You'd know what a drag it is to see you.

Have you ever felt that way about someone? I doubt there's ever been a better songwriter to put these little feelings we all have to words than little Bobby Dylan.

For some reason, back when I was worshipping this guy like some false god, this song was not on the regular albums. I guess his manager and publisher wanted me to buy Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits in 1967, even though I had all the other songs on that album already. But it was worth it. Just for those lines there.

I don't know how many times I said those lines over and over in my head as I reveled in my teen angst lovelorn dreariness. Oh, if they could only be me; for just one time. They'd know. By God; they'd know how I feel.

We all want others to feel the misery we feel, eh? I wonder why that is. I think of folks like sensei who just want others to feel better all the time; not worse. How old do you have to get before you realize that is probably a better path?

Older than me, obviously.

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend.
When I was down,
You just stood there grinning.