This song played in a bar on a jukebox at a very low point in my recent experience. I’ve always loved it but it hit me hard one afternoon in NYC.
The song describes a struggle with addiction but like all good art, music in particular, it is open to personal interpretation. We adopt certain songs with intimate understanding.
Although I have struggled with addiction for most of my adult life, this song has no meaning for me in that regard.
For me, the lyrics addressed how I was feeling about my diagnosis and the journey facing me.
I was wasted physically from radiation and hormone treatments.
I was wasted mentally; my mind wasn’t working normally.
I was wasted emotionally, overwhelmed really.
Most disturbing, I was wasted spiritually. I was questioning my faith.
Happily, I have mostly recovered in all respects, especially spiritually.
I hope I don’t have to find my way home any time soon, but I know I am up to the task when the time finally arrives.
My recovery is a result of the kindness, care and concern bestowed on me by my friends and family- it is that simple.
When I need a reminder of the blessings in my life, I play this song.