[I first remember hearing the song on The Who's singles compilation album MEATY BEATY BIG AND BOUNCY.]
From Mikal Gilmore's interview with Bob Dylan in the current issue of ROLLING STONE [Gilmore's question addresses the post-motorcycle accident Dylan and the marked difference in his music from earlier in the 60s when "people saw you as a revolutionary fireball."]:
"Why is it that when people talk about me they have to go crazy? What the fuck is the matter with them? Sure, I had a motorcycle accident. Sure, I played with the Band. Yeah, I made a record called JOHN WESLEY HARDING. And sure, I sounded different. So fucking what? They want to know what can't be known. They are searching--they are seekers. Like in the Pete Townshend song where he's trying to find his way to 50 million fables. For what? Why are they doing this? They don't really know. It's sad. May the Lord have mercy on them. They are lost souls. They really don't know. It's sad--it really is. It's sad for me, and it's sad for them."