Rock and roll depends on cries of independence, and this party gets started with an anthem of independence. “There’s nothing we depend on.” The narrator sounds a bit confused and divided by this total freedom. She’s reveling in it, but at the same time has the freedom to express her anxiety. There’s a need to find someone “who feels the way the way you do.” The chorus brings it to a head. “We’re not alone, we have it all, we’re still alive, we long for more, we feel divine…” Alev
