Yesterday, my Mental Jukebox played Dylan. Today, I’m playing Dylan’s son. This was, by far, the most impactful and memorable Wallflowers song. In 1996, it was king. I remember toward the end of one night at a party, when almost everyone had left and all the booze was done, me, my friend’s sister and her friend - an unlikely trio - kept going with this song into the wee hours of the night, dancing and grooving without saying a word to each other.

“Come on, try a little. Nothing is forever. There's got to be something better than in the middle.”