Heard this song tonight in the car, and now that we are home, both my daughter and I are walking around singing it. Looking up the lyrics, it seems I could've used it to describe the tragic end of Pollock's life as well. His mistress and her friend try to talk him out of getting into the car that night, and the friend, who ends up dying, protests most vehemently:
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
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