This song separates one from a trusted space to a a space of vulnerability and despondent adventure.
This happens when we become disillusioned.
As if he wished he had cohorts to share this with instead of cohorts to sing about.
The subject becomes irrelevant when you take into account who is missing.
You realize he is alone...that there is no one around... He is left doing something in isolation that is only novel if done with those who live to tell the tale.
He creates his own drama by objects and assumptions of by standards that could care less.
We are left with the image of ourselves when we digress and pretend we are better off alone.
We reason we are better... And better for it.
Yet we have nothing to show.
We have nothing to share.
Only a memory of something we wanted in different expression and with less slight.
"These things they go away... Replaced with every day"
This song separates one from a trusted space to a a space of vulnerability and despondent adventure.
This happens when we become disillusioned.
As if he wished he had cohorts to share this with instead of cohorts to sing about.
The subject becomes irrelevant when you take into account who is missing.
You realize he is alone...that there is no one around... He is left doing something in isolation that is only novel if done with those who live to tell the tale.
He creates his own drama by objects and assumptions of by standards that could care less.
We are left with the image of ourselves when we digress and pretend we are better off alone.
We reason we are better... And better for it.
Yet we have nothing to show.
We have nothing to share.
Only a memory of something we wanted in different expression and with less slight.
"These things they go away... Replaced with every day"