Words (Between The Lines Of Age)

Sounds like Neil wrote a philosophical song about himself on his own birthday. He's sitting in his kitchen inside his house watching workers through the window (they're down by the pond, looking for something to plant in the lawn). He sees guests coming up the road, bringing presents and then greeting him. He's wondering what they would think, how they would behave toward him, if he were someone different than who he is...someone who doesn't "live in castles, a bit at a time". The "king laughing and talking in rhymes" is himself; the words are his words, during his years on earth. On his birthday, he's feeling a little bitter...a little sad...a bit regretful...probably glad he's who he is - yet wondering who would he be, were he someone else.