| Gregory Alan Isakov – Amsterdam Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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The song is about our subjective abstractions of spirituality, and how these ideas follow us throughout our lives: (watery eyed that howling wind/she's waving hi, her other hands in mine)-- this language is very transitory, incomplete, just like our ephemeral notion of our (spiritual) home. Churches and trains shoot us someplace, but we ache to come home somehow. |
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