There are times I feel as if I’m living most of my life in airports.  After seven days and 21 trips on those moving sidewalks, it really starts to jack with you.  However, it is a great place to grab a semi-accurate read on the current pulse of culture; that is, if you’re looking for it. 
     I remember running through the “A” terminal of the Cincinnati Airport, voice recorder in hand, writing this song.  It was definitely one of those out-of-left-field, I-didn’t-see-this-coming sort of scenarios.  I honestly can’t remember if there was a specific event that spurred on the lyric.  I think it was more of a culmination of events at the time.  It seemed as if every flat-panel, magazine, newspaper, and over-heard conversation had to do with fingers being pointed in the wrong direction.  Me included. 
     We all want off the hook.  We hate having to face our own issues and suck up the blame for the way things turn out.  The disconnect happens when the elapsing of time kicks in a bizarre case of memory lapse and we deny the trail of debris that is clearly left in our wake.  We live in an age of convenient selective memory where the innocents pay for our sins.  We dodge, manipulate and conspire in order to shake any responsibility for the milk covering our placemat.  Loop-holes and perception have now become an assumed, accepted mode of survival.  When will we learn how evil and temporary this way of life is?  Truth has a way of surfacing, and soon we’ll all have to face it --- no matter how much time has separated us from it.  We all scream for change, but change will never make an exception for our rules of self-preservation.  It demands truth in order to take effect.