John Lennon made an analogy once between being in a long-term relationship and going on a long journey up a mountain. The longer the relationship lasts, the higher you “climb” with your partner, the harder and colder it gets. At any given moment you both can have a nice look down below at all the new couples starting out, frolicking in the meadow, so to speak…lost in the shiny glow of new love. It’s all so easy down there at the bottom. Meanwhile you're up at the top facing the gale-force winds and the cutting chill. Each step gets harder and harder, not easier. But when you reach the pinnacle, there’s something deeper and more meaningful to be found. Or is there? Tucumcari is in New Mexico. I'd known it in my youth, growing up in El Paso. The mountain has a legend attached to it that involves two Indian braves vying for the daughter of a dying Apache Chief. In the end, they all die. It’s a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions. My subconscious struck once again, and one morning I woke up and the word Tucumcari came tumbling out of a dream that had been playing in my head. I hadn't thought of that place or heard that word since I was a kid. I picked up my guitar and the song almost literally fell out. It felt more like channeling than writing. I had the song basically finished in an hour and fully recorded within 48 hours.