Ian gets little credit (it seems) for being a romantic: cynical perhaps, but a romantic nonetheless. Several of his songs are odes to lost love, (First Snow on Brooklyn, Jack-A-Lynn) and this one is no different. Here he describes waking from a dream of his love so real, he could feel her beside him in the hotel room bed. As he comes fully awake he realizes it was just a lucid dream, but it was so real and dear to him that now he wants to somehow freeze it in time and "rewind" it so he can live it again rather than having to come to grips with the reality that he is alone.
Ian gets little credit (it seems) for being a romantic: cynical perhaps, but a romantic nonetheless. Several of his songs are odes to lost love, (First Snow on Brooklyn, Jack-A-Lynn) and this one is no different. Here he describes waking from a dream of his love so real, he could feel her beside him in the hotel room bed. As he comes fully awake he realizes it was just a lucid dream, but it was so real and dear to him that now he wants to somehow freeze it in time and "rewind" it so he can live it again rather than having to come to grips with the reality that he is alone.