Thanks a bunch, y’all — I can’t get that lousy Paul Anka song out of my head, now.
Do you remember, baby? Do you remember the soundtrack of your life? 
It wasn’t really random, because I tend to listen to music by band/discography and was listening to a lot of Thrice at the time.
But I remember a gorgeous blue sky sunny day, driving to work at my first summer job in aviation (not the first day, but early on and still full of self doubt about my whole career change) and listening to the song “The Melting Point of Wax”.
For a few reasons, it just hit me how on-point some of those lyrics were for my life right then. It’s still a go-to song when I need a confidence boost.
“There’s no promise of safety on these second-hand wings
But I’m willing to find out what impossible means
A leap of faith”
It was the summer of my 27th year. I got a job in another part of the country (US) and was driving to my new home - a place I had never been, I had left the old life behind me. You might say I was being born again.
I was driving through the Rocky Mountains in Colorado and was moved by the scenery. I had to stop on the side of the road to do some sightseeing. I ejected the cassette tape (yes, this was many years ago) and the song that had just started was Rocky Mountain High by John Denver. I stood by the car, looking at the scenery and listening to the song.
If you don’t know the lyrics.
He was born in the summer of his 27th year. Coming home to a place he’d never been before. He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again… Rocky Mountain high - Colorado.
Once, when I was driving over the James Taylor bridge in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, the radio station played one of his songs.