But without you it just doesn’t feel right
I love many things about this song. Namely, the tempo, which is always slightly slower than I remember it being, but which I think accurately captures the tired exasperation of the narrator. Also, the backup singers, who often forget to come in, and then come in late, blurting out the tail ends of their harmonies, which actually fits in pretty well with the overall atmosphere of the song (and is any Dylan recording “perfect,” anyway?) The song is about drugs and shady business and “adult entertainment,” but at the center is, as usual, love, or at least desire. I couldn’t tell her what my private thoughts were, but she had some way of finding them out.
It’s also surprising to me that something that is really mostly two major chords — C and F — can be so, well, upsetting. But that is Bob.