Thematically the song is inspired by a mixture of all those Jack Kerouac books I read when I was younger, drinking too damn much coffee for my own good, driving a Freightliner truck around the continental United States with nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company
The song is a hazy, Stoicist narrative that incisively cuts through the disillusionment of everyday life, but then looses focus as thoughts of that someone special keeps calling the heart back home.
We are on most of those sites under the moniker “Black Cat Bone 616”, using the Grand Rapids area code to separate us from the other artists out there using the name Black Cat Bone. There’s at least one in every country…. The oldest seems to be from the 70’s in Canada, the current big deal is out of the UK… but the best Black Cat Bone is from the heart of the Rust Belt…. dirty ol’ Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA!