But I Would Not Feel So All Alone...

People either get you or they don't. 

Like in this book I just finished, the woman the main character falls in love with describes listening to Bob Dylan as being "like a kid standing at the window watching the rain."

Later, he mentions Dylan to another woman he is with. She doesn't know him. So he starts to tell her, "He's like, standing at the window, watching the rain," but then he drops it. I imagine his voice trailing off as he sighs deeply: "He's a singer with a rough voice."