The bells at the beginning remind me of an ice cream truck driving up the street, so I like to imagine that the narrator could be an ice cream man singing about his love life (or lack thereof). However, as great as that would be, I don't think its exactly what M. Ward had in mind when he wrote it.
The bells at the beginning remind me of an ice cream truck driving up the street, so I like to imagine that the narrator could be an ice cream man singing about his love life (or lack thereof). However, as great as that would be, I don't think its exactly what M. Ward had in mind when he wrote it.