"I guess it proves that naivete is one of the mothers of invention... I
wrote most of the lyrics in a dusty corner of Guelph University's Porter
Hall library after reading Henry Miller's White Heat/Time of The
Assassins, an essay on Rimbaud. Kenny came up with the mystical piano
intro after I played him the song at his place in north Toronto. I would
travel to Somalia during the crisis there some 15 years later with
World Vision. This was a country in which Rimbaud had sold guns, and
unfortunately that legacy still remains." - Tom Cochrane
