In 1962 Chuck went to prison for 20 months on morals charges. He studied (typing, accounting, history, business law) and wrote songs, most of them about the freedom he didn't have: "Promised Land," "No Particular Place to Go," "Tulane." Among them was this one, about spotting a woman who "moved around like a wayward summer breeze" and trying to catch up to her. He cut it in January of 1964, in his first session after he got out. He told the story of chasing perfection many times – "Maybellene," "I'm Talking About You," "Little Queenie" – but the language was never more alive than it was here, because everything he was chasing had never been further out of reach.