Without YouOld song. I wrote this in honor of the apparent futility of life. Sorry to harp on Ecclesiastes again, but it bears repeating, particularly when we’re all trying to keep up with the Joneses, maxing our credit cards, stressing about appearances, status, making a name, finding ourselves, worrying about wars and rumors of wars and stars falling from the sky (Hollywoodish or celestial) etc etc etc. You name it.
Apparent futility of life. Apparent.
Anyway, this is another one of those Christopher compositions that Mike Pilato then took and did his own arrangement and producing. That’s his genius wife singing some of the background vocals.