csufcf44, I was struck by how my interpretation of this song relates to yours.
To me, I always have the same image in my mind when I listen to this song. It is a man, middle-aged, hand-cuffed and seated near the back of an armored bus that is carrying new prisoners to prison, and the man has his head against the window, staring wide-eyed at the world that whizzes by. He sees glee, glory, sadness, past, present, and future outside that window, little children playing soccer, bright, consuming lights, an old blind man on a bench, and every other solitary life, and the life that this man has given up starts running through his mind. The immense fear of all this beauty and tragedy and wonder being closed away in a little black box and discarded builds and builds with the marching drum beat. When the crescendo breaks open, the man explodes into a frenzy, shooting up from his seat, flailing around wildly, screaming, pulling at his chains, until he is subdued by a guard with a baton, forced back into his seat as the song winds down to a contemplative murmur, to silence...
csufcf44, I was struck by how my interpretation of this song relates to yours.
To me, I always have the same image in my mind when I listen to this song. It is a man, middle-aged, hand-cuffed and seated near the back of an armored bus that is carrying new prisoners to prison, and the man has his head against the window, staring wide-eyed at the world that whizzes by. He sees glee, glory, sadness, past, present, and future outside that window, little children playing soccer, bright, consuming lights, an old blind man on a bench, and every other solitary life, and the life that this man has given up starts running through his mind. The immense fear of all this beauty and tragedy and wonder being closed away in a little black box and discarded builds and builds with the marching drum beat. When the crescendo breaks open, the man explodes into a frenzy, shooting up from his seat, flailing around wildly, screaming, pulling at his chains, until he is subdued by a guard with a baton, forced back into his seat as the song winds down to a contemplative murmur, to silence...