& I've been here all day

I was born here and I'll die here against my will / I know it looks like I'm
moving, but I'm standing still / Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb /
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from / Don't even hear
a murmur of prayer / It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

Not Dark Yet (1997), Bob Dylan