First Hit #1: December 29, 1973
This is a song that becomes incredibly sad in the context of the time, much more than it would in any other situation. A song about there being not enough time to spend with a lover, that can be sweet sentiment, though with a tinge of sadness about the finite nature of it all. When it was recorded, while the song isn’t entirely upbeat, it would be a nice love song.
But this song was a hit in December of 1973, which is important for understanding how incredibly sad it is. The second part of that was that in September of 1973 Jim Croce died in a plane crash. The song takes on an extra, unintended layer of poignancy when you realize that the man behind it is dead, and had died very recently when the song hit the top of the chart. When he sings about there never seeming to be enough time, you realize that for him, there really wasn’t: his time had run out, and it reinforces the idea that these things are finite, and you can’t escape time, death, and the end of it all. Jim Croce didn’t intend to make a song that commented on his own life, cut short, but he did, and it becomes much more sad than he could have ever imagined.