Zigzagging Toward the Light

To me this song is about someone wandering through life - reflecting on their place within it, their sense of being always being a stranger without a real 'home', and the unpredictable ups and downs of a life's twists and turns.

I love the imagery of "zigzagging toward the light." To me it means having a vague sense of your values and life direction ("the light"), but taking an imperfect 'scenic route' ("zigzagging") to get wherever you're headed - riddled with mistakes, lessons, and surprises... And being content with this imperfect journey, singing your carefree "bounder's song" the entire way.

The vibe is equal parts lonely, nostalgic, optimistic, and at peace.

I thought the line was "I'm in a queue that stretches out..."

Additionally, is "bounder" the right word? I kept hearing "boundless" throughout, but mostly because I'd never heard of the word bounder, which I guess is an informal term for a "man of objectionable social behavior; a cad."

Actual lyrics, as taken from the digital CD booklet:

I’m blessed with a heart that doesn’t stop My mind is a weather vane it spins around just like a top Knows what the winds of fortune bring in the season of the witch Home is a perjury, a parlor trick, an urban myth

Oh how the circumstances change This world of smoke and steel and compromise and meter maids I’m going to leave here for too long Zigzagging toward the light I’m off to sing my bounder song

True love it hides like city stars Nothing to gaze upon or contemplate how near or far If it comes it comes quite unannounced, a momentary glance Lit up by sun or moon by bonfire or ambulance

Then how the circumstances change Feels unmistakable with no idea from where it came But you will know it when it’s gone Zigzagging through the night half dead you sing your bounder song

Save for the bounder whose word is never kept A bandeau of flowers to stave his mind and bloom when he forgets

It’s true that shadows tell the time On sunny afternoons on crowded sidewalks passersby I’m in a queue that stretches out far as the eye can see It forms a figure eight and goes on for eternity

Oh how the circumstances change I fly by interstate across a purple mountain range I’ll find a place to come undone Zigzagging toward you now I sing out loud my bounder song