I got on a suburban bus to to funeral on Monday in the ex-urbs that I escaped at age 19, and the driver had a boombox playing a “soft-rock” station, starting with “You may be right”, from “Glass Houses”… something I had on cassette as tween. I shivered, and plugged in my earbuds.
But it seems Billy was on the money in 1980…
Hey, but it just may be a lunatic
You're looking for
Turn out the lights
Aw, don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
I think you’re right, he was equivocating on Marr…
K