I started singing the chorus in Germany in January, and I sang it on the train to France, and I sang it in Paris in the freezing rain, and in Rome when I was in Rome. Whenever I thought I might go insane, I would sing this chorus out loud, or hum it under my breath if people were around, and I honestly think it helped me survive the hardest, loneliest time I've ever had to go through. Not because of anything it says. It was just something to hold in my head. A small tune, and I'd made it up! That gave me hope. I didn't start to try and play it until I was in the Caribbean, with a steel drum. And then once I was home in San Francisco I finally made some versus for it. Oddly, there's no steel drum on this recording, just two ukes, bass, and the usual array of kitchen things. For the record, my ex did have a "thing" about brown—in particular brown textiles—as a result of which, I had dumped all my brown clothes. And I have brown hair and brown eyes, so brown looks good on me. The things we do for love, huh?
Yes, indeed—hope you enjoy the song!