It always amuses me when I read attempted, often long-winded interpretations of song words. I'm thinking for example (apart from the present example) of a couple I've recently perused here, Bright Blue Rose and Raglan Road. Just listen, enjoy, allow yourself to be sucked in and let your imagination run riot. I've had this attitude since I were a lad, listening to my otherwise impressive English teacher attempting to tell us what Wordsworth's rather convoluted "big" poems were supposed to mean (I preferred my own interpretations, which occasionally weren't especially complimentary...)

The songwriters often dine out on the mysteries they've sown in their lyrics. It took decades to get Carly Simon to admit who it was who was so vain, and Don McClean, when asked what American Pie meant, said it meant he'd never have to work again...

Anyhow, gillymor, for my money Shane's best song is Rainy Night In Soho. Brown Eyes is right up there, though...