The subject matter was a valid criticism of fame; the minute you get famous, you’re at the end of the road in many other respects; the most obvious one being that people will simply tire of seeing your face. I kept thinking, who am I to write a song about fame, but this has always been my opinion on the matter, and has guided me away from certain musical decisions, especially the ones I figured I would regret. I thought it was the perfect kind of song for Chris Shaw’s band The Resistance to have covered, particularly because of the background vocal arrangements.
My opinion of the song was that it was perhaps a bit too easy to write; the front half came up more or less at random, and I began to worry here about my lyrics becoming a bit meaningless for the sake of finish–ing a song. This feeling began to nag at me and lead me to wonder whether Ither I was really a lyricist or not, since for some, each song is a baby born.