Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.

Come Senators, Congressman, please heed the call, don't stand in the doorway, don't block the hall.

Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.

I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar.

Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.

You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.

On the stone that remains carved next to his name, his epitaph plain, only a pawn in their game.