This song has stuck in my head ever since I heard it some years back, with the haunting Steve Winwood overture and Eric Clapton's guitar fills adding to the desolation of the song.
The lyrics speak about possessing everything you'd want materially, but being bankrupt emotionally/spiritually. In other words, you can have a fat pay check, afford all sorts of stuff, and yet, get no satisfaction from that job. Life's one big fat routine.
There's this hollowness that rings through and through, and it challenges you to find your way back - to your own beliefs, your passion, your ideals. But materialsm keeps blindsiding you. And one does not beget the other.
There's a sense of urgency, and knowledge that life is short, and you need to do what you can, to recover your ideals and passion. And a hunch that you may go hungry again, but you're never found wanting in your calling.
Blue pill or red pill? Sigh.
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