Reveries

Reveries
Written by Lawrence Gowan, Ricky Philips, Tommy Shaw, Will Evankovich
Lead Vocals by Lawrence Gowan 

Here I'm running with the elephants
Gathering the evidence of my life
Here I'm thinking I'm a rarity
Craving popularity
Just slow down

Love me, love me like you know me well
Believe the stories I can tell about me
Help me, help me build my monument
Don't worry where the money went
Trust me

Reveries
Is that the very core of me?
Reveries
I'm giving it up, giving it out

Reveries
Is that the very heart of me?
Reveries
I'm giving it up, giving it out
Every day

Here I'm running with the Elephants
Fighting all the elements in this crowd
Rare birds crashing into window panes
Lord I hope it rains before we spiral

Reveries
Is that the very core of me?
Reveries
I'm giving it up, giving it out

Reveries
Is that the very heart of me?
Reveries
I'm giving it up, giving it out
Giving it up, giving it out
Giving it up, giving it out
Giving it up, giving it out

Interpretation

Let's start with a definition:

     rev·er·ie  /ˈrev(ə)rē/  noun   plural: reveries
        1 a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.
        2 (MUSIC) an instrumental piece suggesting a dreamy or musing state.
        3 (ARCHAIC) a fanciful or impractical idea or theory.

While lost in thought, the muse is reflecting on a long life in the spotlight. 

Here I'm running with the elephants
Gathering the evidence of my life
Here I'm thinking I'm a rarity
Craving popularity
Just slow down

Running with elephants can be dangerous, seeming glamorous but full of peril.  Am I really that special?  I thrive on being popular.  People are telling me it is time to slow down.

Love me, love me like you know me well
Believe the stories I can tell about me
Help me, help me build my monument
Don't worry where the money went
Trust me

I want to be loved. I want you to believe about me how I try to portray myself.  Really, I want to be remembered, even more than I want the money (or at least that's what I want you to think).

Here I'm running with the Elephants
Fighting all the elements in this crowd
Rare birds crashing into window panes
Lord I hope it rains before we spiral

The world is full of famous people in the spotlight, so it's hard to stand out in the crowd. Even the rarest of individuals needs to navigate carefully to avoid falling.

Reveries
Is that the very core of me?
Is that the very heart of me?
I'm giving it up, giving it out

Is this who I am?  I'm ready to get out of the spotlight and focus on others more than myself...or am I?