Today’s Random Weekend track is a cut from Jackson Browne’s 1993 album I’m Alive. There isn’t a bad song on that album.
Two things about this song have always struck me as funny. One is the background vocals, which include a man whose voice is so deep he sounds like a holdover from the Oak Ridge Boys.
The other is the random reference to Madonna in the closing seconds. “I don’t worry about Madonna, or the next thing she might do.” I suppose Madonna was very much in the cultural spotlight when this was written, but it sure makes for a weird non sequitur 20 years later.
You’ve got to be free
But to go on attempting to break into the prison
You’d have to be me
I wait for the sun to rise over the mountain
I wait for your touch
I wait for your angels to carry me home
But I wait too much
Waiting for you
I have no problem telling right from wrong
Fiction from what’s true
No problem telling the dream from the dawn
My problem is you
Waiting here for you
I wanted to live in the realm of the senses
You’ve got to know how
And for some kinds of pleasure there are no defenses
I know that now
Our love is a crackling ladder of lightning
Our love is a fire
Our love is a wave moving deep in an ocean
Of need and desire
Waiting for you
I have no problem with this crooked world
I play the cards I drew
No problem with the changes life has hurled
My problem is you
Waiting here for you
I need your wonder and I need your light
I need your tender touch to heal the night
I need you laughing and I need you free
And I need to lock you away deep inside of me
Waiting for you
I have no problem telling right from wrong
The way some people do
I know exactly where these arms belong
My problem is you
Waiting here for you
Meet Me In Montauk 
Great song from a great album. I had to slip the random iTunes fairy $20 to get more love for Jackson Browne on this blog😄.
I think those last lyrics talking about Madonna, the ozone layer and your mama were sort of throw always. I see they weren’t even included in the lyrics you printed. I wonder if they were even on the album’s official lyrics, assuming they were even printed on the cd jacket. I bet if Jackson sings this song in concert today, he would just substitute Rihanna for Madonna and the lyric would work just fine.