Lil, my mom died unexpectedly in her sleep, just before Thanksgiving, and I had to go out of town and temporarily move into her home to handle her affairs, the estate, and a bunch of legal stuff so I could take over care and guardianship of my disabled brother, who is recovering from a stroke. Mom had been caring for him all his life, really, but intensely since that stroke. I've moved him in to live in my house, because his situation is not suitable for a nursing home, and dumping him in one to walk away and enjoy the freedom of my retirement is not how mom raised us. It's been... a lot. He's the Dustin Hoffman to my Tom Cruise, if you get the drift. But ukulele is my medicine, and while I was stuck up there for four months, wrestling banks, lawyers, hospitals, funeral directors, bill collectors and realtors, I'd noodle on songs with my Waterman. This was one I put together by ear while at mom's. I missed your requirement it be in the title, and focused on the words I and me in the-lyrics-. Sorry I missed that. I had just come back from doing a successful open mic and was so pumped I just went off and cut this song when I came home, should have read the requirement closer. But I'm not sorry I laid that track down; feels good, man.