This song is about aging and the ever angst of growing old. In realizing that one is old, it is about looking back and going along with the rest of the folk, in the old age home.. "We just seem older than yesterday (in our minds, we never age) we are waiting for tomorrow to call"...maybe hopelessness...
The curtains are drawn by someone...and we are cozy in our fixed "little" rooms that include a TV, probably time-controlled, too.. Everything is arranged and paid for. Our only hope for youth is to shoot for the moon and fucking shoot a hole through it...the Movie Cocoon.
This individual is old. And he/she knows it. They are remembering Roy Rogers, the TV show. And what it felt like to think about riding in the fantasy of that TV show. OR just being young- both! They are remembering that adventure...ahhhh.
Back in the home- he/she would like some control- ham, cheese- on a simple sandwich. He/She again goes along, because "complaining wouldn't do any good.'
He/She lays back in their armchair and goes on to remember, with such clarity- the TV show. Of hearing hoof beats ahead, while remembering family. He has hit the hilltop, while the wife and kids sleep.
It is about going back in time to a favorite episode, while thinking about one's seeming uselessness, in a nursing home. It is about dreaming. It is about dying, after a passion of riding as a kid.
This song is about aging and the ever angst of growing old. In realizing that one is old, it is about looking back and going along with the rest of the folk, in the old age home.. "We just seem older than yesterday (in our minds, we never age) we are waiting for tomorrow to call"...maybe hopelessness...
The curtains are drawn by someone...and we are cozy in our fixed "little" rooms that include a TV, probably time-controlled, too.. Everything is arranged and paid for. Our only hope for youth is to shoot for the moon and fucking shoot a hole through it...the Movie Cocoon.
This individual is old. And he/she knows it. They are remembering Roy Rogers, the TV show. And what it felt like to think about riding in the fantasy of that TV show. OR just being young- both! They are remembering that adventure...ahhhh.
Back in the home- he/she would like some control- ham, cheese- on a simple sandwich. He/She again goes along, because "complaining wouldn't do any good.'
He/She lays back in their armchair and goes on to remember, with such clarity- the TV show. Of hearing hoof beats ahead, while remembering family. He has hit the hilltop, while the wife and kids sleep.
It is about going back in time to a favorite episode, while thinking about one's seeming uselessness, in a nursing home. It is about dreaming. It is about dying, after a passion of riding as a kid.