This track, as much as any other, begs the question, "When you put the needle down on a Kinks album, do you actually want to hear The Kinks or do you want to hear a weird Leon Russell/Randy Newman hybrid of some sort?" There's no question that this would've been the highlight of any album by The Jim Kweskin Jug Band or Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks, but the commonality of the chord progression is something I do have to get passed in order to get into the lyrics. I also had a friend who's life was essentially destroyed by this mental illness. Every time she turned on the radio, she was convinced that the voice coming out of it was speaking directly to her and no one else. Over the last 20 years, she has been in and out of various institutions. I haven't heard from her in awhile. Now that I have an idea what the song is about (which I didn't when I first heard it in the 1970s), I have slightly more of an appreciation of the subject matter.