The album is, on its face, the story of an aging boxer, but this song can, of course, be understood more broadly as a loss of relevance.
From the 22nd floor, walking down the corridor, looking out the picture window down on Sycamore. While perspective lines converge, rows of cars and buses merge.
...Notice that the lines are about a person, but since there's no specific reference, you don't know if it's first, second, or third. Is it, I? You? He? She? Clearly it's meant to be interpretable in any of these ways.
The lines refer to the person's being older and wiser, and yet relegated to being an observer only--no longer able to experience life as an active participant.
All the sweet green trees of Atlanta burst like little bombs; or little pom-poms, shaken by a careless hand that dries them off and leaves again.
A small correction to the lyrics as submitted by Eamon.
I think you are right "while perspective lines converge" is her lyrical way of saying while i gain perspective from life and experiences... but "rows of cars and buses merge" life still goes on. I think this is a song from the caroline point of view, but you are right, it is meant to be interpretable... but probably just in a he she kind of way, given the concept of the album
I think you are right "while perspective lines converge" is her lyrical way of saying while i gain perspective from life and experiences... but "rows of cars and buses merge" life still goes on. I think this is a song from the caroline point of view, but you are right, it is meant to be interpretable... but probably just in a he she kind of way, given the concept of the album
The album is, on its face, the story of an aging boxer, but this song can, of course, be understood more broadly as a loss of relevance.
From the 22nd floor, walking down the corridor, looking out the picture window down on Sycamore. While perspective lines converge, rows of cars and buses merge.
...Notice that the lines are about a person, but since there's no specific reference, you don't know if it's first, second, or third. Is it, I? You? He? She? Clearly it's meant to be interpretable in any of these ways.
The lines refer to the person's being older and wiser, and yet relegated to being an observer only--no longer able to experience life as an active participant.
All the sweet green trees of Atlanta burst like little bombs; or little pom-poms, shaken by a careless hand that dries them off and leaves again.
A small correction to the lyrics as submitted by Eamon.
I think you are right "while perspective lines converge" is her lyrical way of saying while i gain perspective from life and experiences... but "rows of cars and buses merge" life still goes on. I think this is a song from the caroline point of view, but you are right, it is meant to be interpretable... but probably just in a he she kind of way, given the concept of the album
I think you are right "while perspective lines converge" is her lyrical way of saying while i gain perspective from life and experiences... but "rows of cars and buses merge" life still goes on. I think this is a song from the caroline point of view, but you are right, it is meant to be interpretable... but probably just in a he she kind of way, given the concept of the album