Big Country - "In a Big Country"

Okay, this song really did replace Cutting Crew; Roxette was the other who got replaced. But I've been listening to this song for a few days now, and I really kind of like it.
First, let me make abundantly clear: I LOVE the 80's. Love them. Would marry them if they were animate and looked attractive while brushing their teeth (and yes, I'm mostly joking there).
But I felt a very distinct need to have a lighter-themed song, after the last few blogs. So, cheerfulness it is.

In a big country dreams stay with you
I like that message. Dreams can stay with you, I mean. Especially since freshman biology killed my dream of being a doctor--a dream, I might add, that I'd held for seven years. But not being a doctor means that I can be a writer, something that in the long run will, I hope, make me happier. Because to me, a day without science is pretty okay, and not having to deal with listening to people's health problems all day pretty much fills me with glee.
But I can't actually imagine having to go an entire day, week, or month--let alone longer--without writing. "A day without a nap is crap." But a day without writing doesn't even bear mentioning, it sucks so hard.

But you can't stay here with every single hope you have shattered
I couldn't just keep wishing to be a doctor; I wanted to be a cardiologist after my grandmother died of a heart attack; I wanted to be an oncologist after my favorite cousin was diagnosed with cancer. I wanted to be doctors for them, but I want to write for me.

I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime
I actually intend to keep my copy of Songbook; not that I could sell it back for any decent amount of money, anyway, seeing as I've underlined my favorite passages. And one of those sticks in my head: "Maybe it's only songwriters who have ever had any inkling of what Jesus felt on a bad day." (p. 50)
I don't think it's only songwriters who understand this. It's writers, and singers, and sculptors and painters and architects and idealists and anyone who's ever seen an image in their head that they wanted to translate to the real world, but couldn't. It's so perfect in your head, but it loses in translation from imagination to hard copy.

On an unrelated to the previous topic note:
For some reason, this song also reminds me of Australia; a good connotation, since I plan to do a study abroad there from February to November of 2007.

I’ve never seen you look like this without a reason
Another promise fallen through
Another season passes by you
I never took the smile away from anybody's face
And that's a desperate way to look
For someone who is still a child

In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered

I’m not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime

In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive

In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive

So take that look off of your face, it doesn't fit you
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded
Pull up your head off the floor—come up screaming
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted

I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered

I’m not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breatheand see the sun in wintertime

In a big country dreams stay with you
Like a lover's voice fires the mountainside
Stay alive