Sometimes my heart sings in its happiness, sometimes in its breaking. Sometimes so strangely in between, where I feel more control of my emotions without them being much less for it. Makes it so much harder to narrow it down.
For some reason, a couple bits from Paul Simon's "Slip Slidin' Away" came to mind.
I know a woman
Became a wife
These are the very words she uses
to describe her life
She said a good day
Ain't got no rain
She said a bad day's when she lies in bed
and thinks of things that might have been
...
Well a father had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons
for the things he done
He came a long way
just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping and he
turned around and headed home again
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Two more from him:
AMERICA:
Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together
I’ve got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner’s pies
And walked off to look for America
Kathy, I said, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saginaw
I’ve come to look for America
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said, Be careful, his bow tie is really a camera
Toss me a cigarette, I think there’s one in my raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked out at the scenery, and she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Kathy, I’m lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping.
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They’ve all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America
KATHY'S SONG
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England, where my heart lies
My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you while you’re asleep
And kiss you when you start your day
And so a song that I was writing is left undone
I don’t know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can’t believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme
And so you see, I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without belief
The only truth I know is you
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I
