"Imagine a thread, a connection, between this guy who’s alone in his room, leaning his chair against the wall. And he’s imagining... his boot is on the leg of his chair, his chair is laying back, touches the wall, the wall runs the length to the door, the door reaches down to the sidewalk, and the sidewalk leads to the edge of the street. That street takes you out to the old highway, and the highway ends at the county line bridge, and the bridge takes you up to the freeway. And the freeway, then, takes you out to the city where she’s moved to. And then once you get to the city, then it reaches the sidewalk, and goes up the building, and goes to the floor that feels her step, and she walks to the rail of the balcony and looks out on the freeway, and the freeway then takes you back to the guy." That's how songwriter Randy Sharp tells the story of this song, "It’s all about that thread, that connection that he’s imagining in his missing her, and in his refusal to let go of her. He’s describing what’s left of the connection."