Tune in, turn off

So I was listening to the radio yesterday. I listen to a “classic rock” station, because I choose to live in the past and growl about the new so-called “music,” if it’s all the same to you.
Anyway, there I am, minding my own business, and America’s Horse With No Name comes on.
And it struck me – when a songwriter sits down to knock off a ditty, s/he must be hoping for a hit. But is s/he also hoping that the latest creation will not become yet another Horse With No Name? Another Stairway?
Does there come a point when a songwriter is just as sick of a given song as the rest of us?
Don’t get me wrong – I sang along. I, too, have been through a desert on a horse with no name. I’ve heard a bustle in the hedgerow. I’ve had one foot on the platform, the other foot on the train. In spoken communication, we’re inundated with cliches – are such songs just musical cliches?
The answer must be blowin’ in the wind.