She wrote this song after driving past a park where she grew up and remembered the past and missed it. Who hasn't looked back at the joys of childhood and wished they could have parts of it back?
Aside from people who were abused and can't remember any good times...
I am not your rolling wheels, I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind, I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon, I am the night