Music Moment: The Boy Least Likely To, “I’m Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon to Your Star”

The Boy Least Likely To – I’m Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon to Your Star

This is an odd little duck of a song, but in its way it has a pretty realistic take on love and how, to paraphrase Lennon, life is what happens when we’re busy making other plans.

I was young and I was stupid, I had just turned seventeen
I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville, Tennessee
I packed my antihistamines and Tupperware drums
A harmonica and a box guitar
In a canvas covered wagon stuffed with apples and with guns


We quietly slipped across the border into Arkansas
But still we couldn’t find what it was we were looking for
So we trucked on down to try our luck along the Rio Grande
But I couldn’t help but notice how
The little things that used to make us happy, made us sad


But still I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I never would’ve got here if I’d followed my heart
I didn’t think much of it till I took it apart
I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

We never ever made it down to Nashville in the end
And no one ever signed our stupid country disco band
However hard we tried, it never seemed to be enough
We never did get famous
Still it made us kind of happy and it kept me off of drugs

And now I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I never would’ve got here if I’d followed my heart
I didn’t think much of it till I took it apart
I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star

But still I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I’m happy if you’re happy but it breaks my heart
I didn’t even notice it ’til it fell apart
I’m glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star


These lyrics make me reflect. They make me recognize that there is no perfect way of doing things when it comes to love, there is no Right Answer or exact formula. There simply isn’t. You just have to take what comes to you, and struggle to recognize and capture and adore and stroke its greatness while it is still in your hands; you have to cling to it and cherish it and wring the meaning from what it is, instead of picking it apart for what it isn’t until it is just crumbs in your hands.

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