The song is about our subjective abstractions of spirituality, and how these ideas follow us throughout our lives: (watery eyed that howling wind/she's waving hi, her other hands in mine)-- this language is very transitory, incomplete, just like our ephemeral notion of our (spiritual) home.
Churches and trains shoot us someplace, but we ache to come home somehow.
The song is about our subjective abstractions of spirituality, and how these ideas follow us throughout our lives: (watery eyed that howling wind/she's waving hi, her other hands in mine)-- this language is very transitory, incomplete, just like our ephemeral notion of our (spiritual) home.
Churches and trains shoot us someplace, but we ache to come home somehow.
I thought it was about Amsterdam.
I thought it was about Amsterdam.