10-21-2004, 06:15 PM
Like a zillion GD lyrics it seems to deal with being on the road, and being somewhat burned out with it: titillation's been replaced by interstate brickface and coffeemate.
But he faces a choice: he can continue, or he can throw away the rudder and float away wherever the wind carries him. As he has a choice to pick up the hitchhiker or not, or the hitchhiker can choose to plod onwards.
The Mexican migrant labourers get their choice made for them: now that the morning is over and the heat is on the tobacco fields, it's time to fire up them irrigation sprinklers. They, too, are quitting work, or at least pausing.
Vapour trails indicate the direction a distant plane is travelling, but they're ephemeral. He's offering to throw away the rudder (discard direction) and disappear with the vapour trails.
So I think it's about pausing for a second, and contemplating whether to go on.
But he faces a choice: he can continue, or he can throw away the rudder and float away wherever the wind carries him. As he has a choice to pick up the hitchhiker or not, or the hitchhiker can choose to plod onwards.
The Mexican migrant labourers get their choice made for them: now that the morning is over and the heat is on the tobacco fields, it's time to fire up them irrigation sprinklers. They, too, are quitting work, or at least pausing.
Vapour trails indicate the direction a distant plane is travelling, but they're ephemeral. He's offering to throw away the rudder (discard direction) and disappear with the vapour trails.
So I think it's about pausing for a second, and contemplating whether to go on.