Introspection/loneliness evolves into hopeful positivity/celebration. More yearning and earnest (yearnest?) than a high school poetry assignment, this cut starts with a bed of slightly simple electric guitars beneath a pretty piano melody, kicking into Pop Rock grandiosity @:22 with drums, electric bass, synth pads and, for some reason, a giant, clog-wearing koala. A bed of meandering guitars, kick drum and backwards synths @:31 suggests the struggle to overcome something, like braces or going to the prom with my mother. Builds to @1:07, back to the triumphant main theme.