My favorite lyrical ideas rarely happen when I go Iooking for them. They’re like the friend who doesn’t call, he just drops by your place and makes himself at home.
"How do the leaves look so alive when they’re dying?"
As you might imagine, that idea struck me as I was admiring the fall colors along my jogging* route. It was a cool concept to me, this idea that the most remarkable traits of a leaf are shown through its death. But, as it often happens, I wasn’t able to connect that big idea to something smaller, an intimate situation worth writing a song about. And I couldn’t just make one up. The only songs I’m able to write with any kind of success are the ones that bubble up from personal experience. I’m no good with theory.
Christianity is the best self-help program I know of. In fact, it’s the best global-help program I know of. It’s the strongest movement toward world peace. It’s the force behind great charitable organizations. Christianity expresses a moral standard that is proven successful, socially and scientifically. And it is responsible for the Christmas holiday, of which Michael Bublé is certainly grateful.
But that’s not the point.