You can take all other Steve Miller music and compost it. Please leave me "Fly Like an Eagle," with its trippy synths, great blues guitar, the chill gaps of silence, and those lyrics.

This is a song with a soundscape of such creativity as to be immediately identifiable - and still I think most people associate it with the lyrics first of all. That's a hell of a testament to those words.

It turns out that everybody spaces out and plummets into this insight: "Time keeps on slipping into the future." I don't care who you are, how buttoned down and pragmatically strategic your personal brand is, the concept of the elapse of time is inherent psychedelia.

The conclusion Steve Miller draws based on his insight is something that maybe not everyone would. Time's infinity demonstrates to us that we're all part of an unknowable puzzle. And yet for everyone alive, time is also startlingly limited. So: Let's just do the natural good things, take care of the needy and live free, unencumbered lives.

It helps if you can sing and play an instrument.

Others may not follow Steve to this promised land of simple virtue. Many others will dream of flying free like an eagle but have circumstances brutally preventing it.

But to me there is a small victory knowing that no matter who it is - the most stern machine mind will soften and lapse into space when thinking about the infinity of time.