Could be playing on a small island in the Pacific Northwest. Wet plants, rainy, rural, high school kids. The Big City. The Small City. Seattle to the Northeastern U.S., New York, Pennsylvania. In the car on a highway at 3 o'clock in the morning. During a strange season in flat, suburban Illinois. Co-ops, community gardens, army bases across the U.S. In graduate school, at a "good" corporate job, or in the background as you're barely scraping by and gaining a better understanding why some people might think about throwing themselves off a bridge because of money. To me it seems less like a love song and more like a lonely song. Maybe it could be playing on a bright morning in California, for an aging band member or groupie, a former go-go dancer. If only you believed... I think it was on the clock radio in Virginia recently and got in my head.
Maybe it's a good antidote to certain negative voices in the media.
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