I was in Cashmere, in 1979. This song opens my view into the valley in the Himalayas, there were no cars, only horses. The breakfast was a mangoshake, the owner from the hotel a Sikh. I can see, how he combs his long black hair and I hear the buzzards screaming above me in the sky. This song takes me away and is full of these deep longing. It is fluid memory
After Gail Collins killed Felix Pappalardi, she moved around trying to remain anonymous. She settled in a "hippie" neighborhood in a moderate size town on the west coast for a while, I delivered her mail to her door, and rarely spoke to her, although I did know who she was. She was reclusive, to say the least, but had a small circle of friends that kept her company and busy with her art. One day, she was gone, just over a weekend, moved away. I felt sorry for her, but, she took her husbands life, that had to be a heavy weight to carry the rest of your life.
I know Pete Brown wrote the lyrics, but it is true that someone said a lot of bass players write lyrics, Roger Glover from Deep Purple wrote lyrics bass players also tend to be very good musicians playing multiple instruments and producers