The picture attached to this track is from my 1972 passport. I was heading towards South America via Mexico and other parts of Central America. I knew that certain hairstyles were frowned upon at various borders. Rather than doing anything drastic, like cutting my hair, I purchase a $15 dollar short hair wig and wore it for my passport photo. That’s me in my wig hat.
That wig hat served me well across a number of borders.
I actually wrote the song before I ever crossed one of those borders. At least I think so. I know I wrote it while I was travelling on my own somewhere between the US border and Silvia, Columbia. I had plenty of time in cheap hotel rooms along the way.
I like to think that this song says something about the experience of being a traveller on the road to who knows where. I’m not sure what that might be, but it feels very familiar. It takes me back.