Dammit jurisper! You know that time stopped for me in '67 when I did those orange wedges in Golden Gate Park. Everyone else keeps aging. So you just had to trigger a flood of memories with that Highway 61 reference, didn't you? I was all set to propose a solution here but now I can't resist a perfect setup.
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Gump?
