It's almost like seeing a baby growing up. Some songs are happy to be what they've become. Others are restless souls, looking for new identities. In The Forest that is probably the one I've played the most through the years. I still haven't given up on the idea to dress it up in full bluegrass garb, with fiddles and banjos and an old time swing.
Songs are like people.
They have their own mind. There are examples where I've played something a tad too fast, and the whole thing is lost as far as the song itself concerns. Maybe it sounds silly, but it is painful. An 'untrue' take of a song can haunt me for a long time. In one way, the songs open themselves to give room for me and for what I want to express, but I'm a tool for them as well, even more so.