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July 22, 2016

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I agree with you. I always thought the stammering, "I do declare," the loneliness excuse, and the euphemism were a poetic way of the song writer expressing that the guy doesn't exactly feel proud of what he's done and knows it wouldn't fly at home.

I always assumed that "there were times" he did indeed buy some comfort and that he was using it to show how lonely and beaten down he was.

Yes, and that he is ashamed of his weakness. At least that is what I hear in the lyrics.

It's a good song about loneliness and homesickness. Maybe the best. The moral dangers he describes are real and poignant. This is not, shall we say, a song that glamorizes prostitution. It's deeply sad all around. The transactions he describes didn't solve his problems and only offered "some" comfort.

Obviously depends on age and maturity of your kids, but it seems to me like a lyric that could start a good discussion.

He definitely bought was they were selling.

One of the best songs.

Yes, it's a great song! My favorite part is this bit: "and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down, or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame, 'I am leaving, I am leaving,' but the fighter still remains." I love Paul Simon.

I'm with you Jamie - I wonder if it's a girl/guy breakdown, though, as all your respondents appear to be women who agree with you :)

I agree, too--at least, I've always read its meaning the way you do. But I think your husband's interpretation also works--the song doesn't seem to rule it out. And I think it's totally cool that he always heard it that way. It makes the singer a different character (maybe even more self-critical). And it makes me think about the last lines in a new way...is he still the same in the way he takes comfort in things he knows aren't really comforting?

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