How wonderful when meanings evolve

M. Craft's song "I Got Nobody Waiting For Me" won me over. The lyrics:

I've got nobody waiting for me
There's no one that I have to see
Anytime, anyplace that I said I would be
Finally I'm free and I'll be anywhere 

I'll chase my tail till I fall in a heap
Now all that I have to lose is some sleep
And I'll give away all of the hours you keep
Finally I'm me and I'll be anywhere

I'll stay out until the sun makes a play
For the sky and a new day's begun
I'll sit up the back of the bus
And without any fuss I will travel

'Cause I've got no one to weigh on my mind
No footsteps are dragging behind
As fingers reach out for the feeling in mind
I got nobody waiting for me

All that money grows out on the trees
Notes float along like seeds on the breeze
And they're easy to catch but they hatch a disease
That eats away the soul of you, the whole of you

And all those wages we make for our sins
Become the cages we lock ourselves in
Become the age that is marked on our skin
But I'm not gonna worry 'bout all that 'cause

I'll live on the taste of the air
This is life without care and I like it this way
I'll lie across the whole of the bed
In the world in my head, I will travel

But I've got nobody left to impress
No neck for my lips to caress
As I work out the buttoned up back of a dress
I got nobody waiting for me

Nobody's waiting for me
No, nobody's waiting for me

Such a good song. The author seems to celebrate aloneness ("Finally I'm free and I'll be anywhere"), while duly noting his managed pitying for the loss of intimacy ("No neck for my lips to caress"). But the celebration is maybe not so celebratory.

Consider the verse starting with "All that money grows out on the trees". How is money relevant to how a guy feels about being alone? To a guy, money does seem to go quicker when you're dating. But money itself isn't the point. The point is about corrupting influences: "And all those wages we make for our sins / Become the cages we lock ourselves in / Become the age that is marked on our skin".

When you're alone, you are often more susceptible to being corrupted. By anything. For example, you have only yourself to lavish attention on. This could corrupt, breeding self-absorption and selfishness. And money-wise, you might be impressed with how much you're saving alone; but soon enough you learn its never enough.

The pitying for lack of intimacy is the last verse of the song, followed by the refrain "Nobody's waiting for me". So Craft--or his character in the song--seems to feel that aloneness is bittersweet at best, though its often worse.