This is a relative recent track from Bob, although Mr Dylan is probably one of the most significant poets of the last century, I do consider that he writes from a depressed point of view. Still he does have an incredible art with words. This version that has been in my head for a while is from the 1992 album under a blood red sky. Although it was first recordered for a album prior to that.

The meaning that I draw from the song is that it is about relationships and time and how they affect each other. Sometimes if things were to happen in a different order our lives would be quite different. That does not distract though from the fact that now is the most important time of all.

In the lonely night

In the blinking stardust of a pale blue light
You’re comin’ thru to me in black and white
When we were made of dreams.

You’re blowing down the shaky street,
You’re hearing my heart beat
In the record breaking heat

Where we were born in time.
Not one more night, not one more kiss,

Not this time baby, no more of this,
Takes too much skill, takes too much will,
It’s revealing.
You came, you saw, just like the law
You married young, just like your ma,
You tried and tried, you made me slide
You left me reelin’ with this feelin’.

On the rising curve
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,
You won’t get anything you don’t deserve
Where we were born in time.
You pressed me once, you pressed me twice,
You hang the flame, you’ll pay the price,
Oh babe, that fire
Is still smokin’.
You were snow, you were rain
You were striped, you were plain,
Oh babe, truer words
Have not been spoken or broken.

In the hills of mystery,
In the foggy web of destiny,
You can have what’s left of me,
Where we were born in time.