Oh, to have been a bit more sentient in the seventies

When I was about five, I owned a cassette of "America's Greatest Hits." It contained songs including "Horse with No Name," "Sandman," and, of course, "Muskrat Love."

I've been walking around my house muttering "I understand you've been running from the man that goes by the name of the Sandman/He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye of a hurricane that's abandoned."

I now find the grammar of these lyrics somewhat grating (you can't say "the man that" any more than you can say "the silverware who"); also, a "hurricane that's abandoned"? That is both grammatically appalling and nonsensical. But catchy!

Incidentally, it took until I was about ten to catch on to the fact that "America" was a band and that I did not, in fact, have in my possession the greatest all-time hits of our entire country.