Time Fades Away

by

Neil Young

The sonic equivalent to a specific kind of road trip one takes in their 20s: starts off strong, laughs, joy, everyone’s a little too boisterous, as the trip continues, the fun gets more bleak, the drinks start to choke back with less ease, the sweat begins to build. You feel sticky, tired, angry, sad, nothing. As the long drive home finally starts, none of you wanna talk about the trip ever again, some of you may no longer be friends, and yet this die is cast, you’re set on this new path for the rest of your life. And then you gotta wake up and go to work the next day. That’s life!