A song about having to "move around" and wander no matter what the cost, even though it makes no sense:
If I found you in this city called Paradise,
I'd say, "I love you, but I hate this city, and I'm no prize."Even after finding the paradise, he's got to move on. He acknowledges that his heart is being an idiot ("You know your heart, but its an idiot heart"), but he's got to keep "moving around," until an embittered female singer sings:
I hope that you died in a decent pair of shoes,
You've got a lot of long walking to do,
Where you going to?So even when he dies, he still can't be at rest. And he still doesn't know where he's going!
I had been saving Sunset Rubdown for a rainy day, and apparently "rainy day" means "eight hour stretch of time when I'm procrastinating on my NaNoWriMo Novel."
And I'd spent even more time, procrastinating on said novel, planning out this post. Yeah, this song got under my skin.