Bob Dylan, and poet-songwriters in general, are overrated. Take these lyrics for example:
You go out when the world is coming in,
If not but for the ice which is ever growing thin,
Below our feet and in the thoughts on which you dwell,
The jester speaks but never does he tell.
Now, that's just some meaningless bollocks that I've made up but if Bob Dylan had written it everyone would be lauding it at genius because he crafted the ocean-deep poet image for himself. If Noel Gallgher wrote it, everyone would rightly dismiss it as bollocks.
If lyrics and words turn you on, read some Nabokov or Shakespeare or Milton or something.