I wrote this song about a friend of mine, who always seemed to be stuck between multiple choices in life. Who to be with? Which city to live in? Which role to play? Jealous and undecided, committed only on paper. Things often seemed to be better anywhere but here. Other people seem to have wonderful homes and flourishing relationships that you’re missing, and you’re envious of them, from a distance, peeking through keyholes to see glimpses of that wonderful life.
The paralysis of indecision is painful to experience or to witness. Many people can get hurt along the way, unless you’re honest about what you really need. You can’t get what you can’t communicate, and you can’t communicate what you haven’t chosen. I think it’s always better to choose, even if it’s the wrong choice—you can almost always choose again.