The lyrics are about Hornby's friend, author Sarah Vowell. As interpreted by Folds: "... the world can sometimes feel like a thuggish place, not all that friendly. And up in your mind you can have your books, you can have any thoughts that you want, and that is kind of the story of his friend's life. There's a big rock show going on outside and that's awesome, but she's kind of up in her head, which is far more dangerous and noisier. It's like Keats and Emerson and all these people are playing a rock concert in their heads. That's kind of what he's talking about."
The lyrics are about Hornby's friend, author Sarah Vowell. As interpreted by Folds: "... the world can sometimes feel like a thuggish place, not all that friendly. And up in your mind you can have your books, you can have any thoughts that you want, and that is kind of the story of his friend's life. There's a big rock show going on outside and that's awesome, but she's kind of up in her head, which is far more dangerous and noisier. It's like Keats and Emerson and all these people are playing a rock concert in their heads. That's kind of what he's talking about."