Recently, my wife mentioned how often she spends the night dreaming of her job, which she doesn't like. Isn't that a cruel twist? We can spend our waking ours fantasizing about the refuge of sleep, and when we finally rest, we return to the place from which we sought refuge. I think that was where the words in this song came from. They are full of fantasies of running away, of going somewhere where nobody undervalues you, where you can finally take back the moments of your life. It's about imagining someplace where your time is your own.
I want to make special mention of the guitar, which I spent the whole weekend tweaking, before recording it today. Perhaps The moments that I stole to work into this guitar part were my way of wresting back my time and making it my own again. Perhaps that's what all of these songs are.
lyrics
Wake up wake up
Let's be unearthed again
They're dragging chains
Across the cold cement
And I'll go
Where I'm recognized
Where I'm needed most
Where I'll be missed if I were gone
And somewhere
The wheels are still turning
And folks just roll along
So if you go
I'll come along
If you go...
So fine, the windows down
A country mile
And can we listen to the engine
For just a little while?
And I'll go
Where I want when I please
If they like it or not
And they'll miss me once I've gone
And somewhere
The wheels are still turning
And folks just roll along
So if you go
I'll come along
All of the ways
I could take what I want
And then piss it away
Yes all of the ways
I could count my mistakes
But still nothing would change
No nothing would change