Grab my knee and look at me
And try to tell me I'll be home soon
Asleep in my bed and unstoned
I'm tired of me this way
First stanza
: grab my knee… like a father or grandfather does when he wants to tell you a story or direct you…
Unstoned… admission of drug use and not truly being in reality…grabbing the knee would refocus him…
Like a young child often needs…
I don't know what I've gotten into
But I'm glad it's now instead of sooner
This desert heat has crowded me strong
With a wish I had for winter
Second stanza:
He’s confused but is glad he is old and wise enough to understand that he is confused by life…
He feels crowded even in a desert… lost in a crowd…he wishes for isolation and desolation of winter…
It's not as gentle as it sounds
As though it sounded yesterday
When I heard a leaf of my life hit the ground
And as a bottle cap flew from my fingers
Third stanza:
The interplay of seasons… desert heat (summer/ adolescences… youth…. ) fall (changing , brilliance of leaves turns to falling leaves…entering of winter days… twilight of a day…of life… impending death… despair of drug use…
The buzz is leaving him…)
I don't know what I've gotten in to
But I'm glad it's now instead of sooner
This desert heat has crowded me strong
With a wish I had for winter
Fourth Stanza: a repeat of the chorus… again he is overwhelmed by his choices… where he is where he lives…the direction or lack there of in his life… and wishing for winter to just come and bury him in a way
..And the sands blew in my eyes
I stood on the edge and looked down to see
The light of a new life, shinning up on me
(sand… desert… lack of clarity of vision…confusion…. Trails…drug reference… )
New life — a child…. Rebirth… born again reference…. Recovery from drugs….
HIS Own childhood…when things were easier…_)
...With a wish that I had
The sand blew in my eyes
(wishing for that “new life” turns into a desert mirage…recovery… his old child like innocence…disappears…)
Grab my knee and look at me And try to tell me I'll be home soon Asleep in my bed and unstoned I'm tired of me this way
First stanza : grab my knee… like a father or grandfather does when he wants to tell you a story or direct you… Unstoned… admission of drug use and not truly being in reality…grabbing the knee would refocus him… Like a young child often needs…
I don't know what I've gotten into But I'm glad it's now instead of sooner This desert heat has crowded me strong With a wish I had for winter
Second stanza: He’s confused but is glad he is old and wise enough to understand that he is confused by life… He feels crowded even in a desert… lost in a crowd…he wishes for isolation and desolation of winter…
It's not as gentle as it sounds As though it sounded yesterday When I heard a leaf of my life hit the ground And as a bottle cap flew from my fingers
Third stanza:
The interplay of seasons… desert heat (summer/ adolescences… youth…. ) fall (changing , brilliance of leaves turns to falling leaves…entering of winter days… twilight of a day…of life… impending death… despair of drug use… The buzz is leaving him…)
I don't know what I've gotten in to But I'm glad it's now instead of sooner This desert heat has crowded me strong With a wish I had for winter
Fourth Stanza: a repeat of the chorus… again he is overwhelmed by his choices… where he is where he lives…the direction or lack there of in his life… and wishing for winter to just come and bury him in a way
..And the sands blew in my eyes I stood on the edge and looked down to see The light of a new life, shinning up on me
(sand… desert… lack of clarity of vision…confusion…. Trails…drug reference… ) New life — a child…. Rebirth… born again reference…. Recovery from drugs…. HIS Own childhood…when things were easier…_)
...With a wish that I had The sand blew in my eyes
(wishing for that “new life” turns into a desert mirage…recovery… his old child like innocence…disappears…)
Thanks for the insight friend.
Thanks for the insight friend.