The news still stinging, I veer one way then another, letting my car take its own course. The good leave us untimely and without tact, I think. No, not think, know. We all know.
The elasticity of time and the shifting perspectives — all within a single verse, sometimes — was something I’d never heard. What was going on here? It was a world away from “Rockaway Beach.” Standing at the precipice of past and future, this song was easily the most complicated thing I’d ever heard. Surely I could figure it out. Right?