Speaking only of the chorus, Isn't it special to learn, after all these years (56), what I actually meant when i put these simple words together on my motorcycle, between Hollywood and Encino? I sang it full-volume going sixty miles an hour and disturbed nobody. I sang it again to my wife when I arrived home, and she said, "That's nice..." I then spent the next few hours creating the verses, and it was a complete song the next morning when I sang it for my group, The New Christy Minstrels/ Nobody said a word. There was absolute silence. Finally, Larry Ramos said, "I think I can speak for everyone here...it's a piece of shit, the same shit you always write!" "Is that how the rest of you feel too?" I asked. Silence. "Well, you'd best get used to it, because you're going to sing it anyway." I owned the group. It took nearly a year to get a good recording, then it was Columbia's turn to resist. Bill Gallagher HATED the song and the record, but it became a hit in just five weeks. There's a dentist in Cincinnati, Brad Monti, who has the lyrics printed on the ceiling of his office, "For the benefit of the patients in the chair," he says, as he LOVES the song, claims it helped him deal with a life-changing downturn in his life. Thank God, after all this time, he now knows what those words actually mean. Say Thank You, Brad...