That's a decent call, actually.
I've always found Tom Petty a little bit like greg mitchell's description of lesbian porn; like Wiltord, it goes round and round in circles and nothing really happens. I always want Tom's song to get on with it and do something!
Meanwhile, I was picturing myself more in a Jungleland scenario.
The Rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane