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.
But that’s not the point.