I have always thought is was about a train hobo, who has a thought or dream of a woman, which he has made up, a girl (and a life) he wishes for, pretends to have, all with a made up storyline of her/his life but in reality only exists in... the back roads of his memory.
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I believe that your thoughts are closest to the songs meaning the way I see it. She doesn't have to be real but I believe she is. As Hartman said, he wrote this after seeing Dr. Zhivago, a poet who was in a committed relationship but longed for a woman from his past. He couldn't be with her. The reasons differ between a train hopping hobo (which the author was not but it was cool to be in the early 60s) and two seperated and cant find eachother because of the Russian Revolution, for why they couldn't be together. ...
@dp10249455
I believe that your thoughts are closest to the songs meaning the way I see it. She doesn't have to be real but I believe she is. As Hartman said, he wrote this after seeing Dr. Zhivago, a poet who was in a committed relationship but longed for a woman from his past. He couldn't be with her. The reasons differ between a train hopping hobo (which the author was not but it was cool to be in the early 60s) and two seperated and cant find eachother because of the Russian Revolution, for why they couldn't be together. The point is that they couldn't be together, not why. Both the author and Zhivago had commitments. Things like marriages and mortgages (ink stains and rocks and ivy) can strain relationships over time because being with that person is no longer strictly voluntary. He's not required to be with her. He loves her freely. He didn't abandon her. They were separated the events of their lives. Although, for whatever reasons, they can't be together, none of the tribulations of his life can keep him from the comfort of her memory. He can visit her in his thoughts and dreams, without any guilt over broken commitments, whenever he wants. Especially, when he settles down to sleep at night and is lonely (I tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stached behind you couch.) Who more than a hobo, who has nobody and nothing, can appreciate having such memories to draw on? That might be why the story is told from that perspective. The song, as I see it, has absolutely nothing to do with wanderlust or fear of commitment.
@dp10249455
I believe that your thoughts are closest to the songs meaning the way I see it. She doesn't have to be real but I believe she is. As Hartman said, he wrote this after seeing Dr. Zhivago, a poet who was in a committed relationship but longed for a woman from his past. He couldn't be with her. The reasons differ between a train hopping hobo (which the author was not but it was cool to be in the early 60s) and two seperated and cant find eachother because of the Russian Revolution, as to why they couldn't be together....
@dp10249455
I believe that your thoughts are closest to the songs meaning the way I see it. She doesn't have to be real but I believe she is. As Hartman said, he wrote this after seeing Dr. Zhivago, a poet who was in a committed relationship but longed for a woman from his past. He couldn't be with her. The reasons differ between a train hopping hobo (which the author was not but it was cool to be in the early 60s) and two seperated and cant find eachother because of the Russian Revolution, as to why they couldn't be together. The point is that they couldn't be together, not why. Both the author and Zhivago had commitments. Things like marriages and mortgages (ink stains and rocks and ivy) can strain relationships over time because being with that person is no longer strictly voluntary. He's not required to be with her. He loves her freely. He didn't abandon her (the world will not be cursing or forgiving). They were separated the events of their lives. Although, for whatever reasons, they can't be together, none of the struggles of his life can keep him from the comfort of her memory. He can visit her in his thoughts and dreams, without any guilt over broken commitments, whenever he wants. Especially, when he settles down to sleep at night and is lonely (its knowing that your door ia always open and your path is free to walk, that makes TEND to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stached behind your couch.) Who more than a hobo, who has nobody and nothing, can appreciate having such memories to draw on? That might be why the story is told from that perspective. The song, as I see it, has absolutely nothing to do with wanderlust or fear of commitment to her.
I have always thought is was about a train hobo, who has a thought or dream of a woman, which he has made up, a girl (and a life) he wishes for, pretends to have, all with a made up storyline of her/his life but in reality only exists in... the back roads of his memory.
@dp10249455 I believe that your thoughts are closest to the songs meaning the way I see it. She doesn't have to be real but I believe she is. As Hartman said, he wrote this after seeing Dr. Zhivago, a poet who was in a committed relationship but longed for a woman from his past. He couldn't be with her. The reasons differ between a train hopping hobo (which the author was not but it was cool to be in the early 60s) and two seperated and cant find eachother because of the Russian Revolution, for why they couldn't be together. ...
@dp10249455 I believe that your thoughts are closest to the songs meaning the way I see it. She doesn't have to be real but I believe she is. As Hartman said, he wrote this after seeing Dr. Zhivago, a poet who was in a committed relationship but longed for a woman from his past. He couldn't be with her. The reasons differ between a train hopping hobo (which the author was not but it was cool to be in the early 60s) and two seperated and cant find eachother because of the Russian Revolution, for why they couldn't be together. The point is that they couldn't be together, not why. Both the author and Zhivago had commitments. Things like marriages and mortgages (ink stains and rocks and ivy) can strain relationships over time because being with that person is no longer strictly voluntary. He's not required to be with her. He loves her freely. He didn't abandon her. They were separated the events of their lives. Although, for whatever reasons, they can't be together, none of the tribulations of his life can keep him from the comfort of her memory. He can visit her in his thoughts and dreams, without any guilt over broken commitments, whenever he wants. Especially, when he settles down to sleep at night and is lonely (I tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stached behind you couch.) Who more than a hobo, who has nobody and nothing, can appreciate having such memories to draw on? That might be why the story is told from that perspective. The song, as I see it, has absolutely nothing to do with wanderlust or fear of commitment.
@dp10249455 I believe that your thoughts are closest to the songs meaning the way I see it. She doesn't have to be real but I believe she is. As Hartman said, he wrote this after seeing Dr. Zhivago, a poet who was in a committed relationship but longed for a woman from his past. He couldn't be with her. The reasons differ between a train hopping hobo (which the author was not but it was cool to be in the early 60s) and two seperated and cant find eachother because of the Russian Revolution, as to why they couldn't be together....
@dp10249455 I believe that your thoughts are closest to the songs meaning the way I see it. She doesn't have to be real but I believe she is. As Hartman said, he wrote this after seeing Dr. Zhivago, a poet who was in a committed relationship but longed for a woman from his past. He couldn't be with her. The reasons differ between a train hopping hobo (which the author was not but it was cool to be in the early 60s) and two seperated and cant find eachother because of the Russian Revolution, as to why they couldn't be together. The point is that they couldn't be together, not why. Both the author and Zhivago had commitments. Things like marriages and mortgages (ink stains and rocks and ivy) can strain relationships over time because being with that person is no longer strictly voluntary. He's not required to be with her. He loves her freely. He didn't abandon her (the world will not be cursing or forgiving). They were separated the events of their lives. Although, for whatever reasons, they can't be together, none of the struggles of his life can keep him from the comfort of her memory. He can visit her in his thoughts and dreams, without any guilt over broken commitments, whenever he wants. Especially, when he settles down to sleep at night and is lonely (its knowing that your door ia always open and your path is free to walk, that makes TEND to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stached behind your couch.) Who more than a hobo, who has nobody and nothing, can appreciate having such memories to draw on? That might be why the story is told from that perspective. The song, as I see it, has absolutely nothing to do with wanderlust or fear of commitment to her.