We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"I can't understand, She let go of my hand An' left me here facing the wall. I'd sure like t' know Why she did go, But I can't get close t' her at all. Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime, She said she would never forget. But now mornin's clear, It's like I ain't here, She just acts like we never have met.
It's all new t' me, Like some mystery, It could even be like a myth. Yet it's hard t' think on, That she's the same one That last night I was with. From darkness, dreams're deserted, Am I still dreamin' yet? I wish she'd unlock Her voice once an' talk, 'Stead of acting like we never have met.
If she ain't feelin' well, Then why don't she tell 'Stead of turnin' her back t' my face? Without any doubt, She seems too far out For me t' return t' her chase. Though the night ran swirling an' whirling, I remember her whispering yet. But evidently she don't An' evidently she won't, She just acts like we never have met.
If I didn't have t' guess, I'd gladly confess T' anything I might've tried. If I was with 'er too long Or have done something wrong, I wish she'd tell me what it is, I'll run an' hide. Though her skirt it swayed as a guitar played, Her mouth was watery and wet. But now something has changed For she ain't the same, She just acts like we never have met.
I'm leavin' today, I'll be on my way Of this I can't say very much. But if you want me to, I can be just like you An' pretend that we never have touched. An' if anybody asks me, "Is it easy to forget?" I'll say, "It's easily done, You just pick anyone, An' pretend that you never have met!"
"I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)," from 1964's Another Side Of Bob Dylan. Download a live version from the Neverending Tour here, but the defining performance of this song remains the 1966 version captured on the now officially released Royal Albert Hall concert from 1966.