A song about not being able to write a song about it… with a show-don’t-tell ending.
Studio folk: if you’re wondering how I got the sitar sounds at the end, I used a sitar.
if i put all that's true about how things are and how they've been between me and you in a song they'd all doubt me; they'd get mad, and say i was wrong. because i am not a unicorn, and you are not a goddess, i guess; except i know you are. and you and i together are not the center of the universe; except - that is what we are. and if i told how it goes when you walk in the room, and what happens to my toes in a song - and i sang it - to an audience - i wouldn't last too long when i write this song i'll try not to ramble on i have to tell the truth, but tell it slantwise or nowise and i can't talk about your eyes at all... or maybe i'll just play, after all.
tjw: classical, electric, and 6- and 12-string guitars, electric bass, ukulele, drum pads, organ, sitar, vocals