There’s a head in the song whether you play it or not but it’s there. There is a force of anxiety alive inside me, inside everyone as far as I can tell. It’s what the insurance companies call a pre-existing condition or students of water call the current. Try traveling in the opposite direction but nothing stops the fact it’s unceasing. Waste of time to complain about it, but almost everybody does. Some say it’s evolution, thousands of years worrying about floods or tigers or scorpions. Same old song.