I was on a trip to England, driving to my parents’ place in Lincolnshire, when the whole first verse came into my head at once. “She packed my bags last night preflight, / Zero hour, nine A.M. / And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then.” The whole stanza. I’m going, “Oh, my God, that’s great.” But I didn’t have a pen, paper. Nothing. This was before microcassettes and those sorts of things. And I’m on the road and I have nowhere to put it. So I had to keep it in my head for about an hour. I’m driving along going, “She packed my bags… ” over and over again. I pulled into the driveway, ran inside — “Nobody say anything to me!” — and wrote it down.
Great Read.
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