February 2 - Going To Jamaica

This is a big open song with big open chords, giving an odd and apocalyptic vision of a fading world. Flowers in dry soil, the birds fleeing for another world, a sense of survivors in a place for the last time

This is an empty song. Not in the sense of it lacking substance or feeling like there's anything missing, but in the sense of it creating a beautiful emptiness. The narrator and their mentioned but not pictured "you" are not permanent residents in this song. They're here for a moment and ready (impatient almost) to go. What they'll leave when they go, if this world will survive them, is less sure.

The flowers are dying, the other world awaits. We hang on. We don't know why.