| Simple Is a Place to Stay... |
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| Now that he's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in his hair The bonfire raged and he walked into the clearing, seeing me first and I him. The apprehension grew � could I face change again? I knew he was no longer the boy of my memories, and I was almost scared to find out how the past eight months had changed him. He was the only one who had left us� who had left me. And now he�s come back� He acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me that there's a time to change He gives me the same old smile and suddenly everything is as it should be. Our afternoons under the tree and evenings by the lake had never left us, and the stars are still shining, as they had on the night we said goodbye� Since the return from his stay on the moon He listens like spring and he talks like June As we talk, I can see how the big city has changed him. He seems quieter and I wonder what could have happened to still his spirit. I am relieved to find that his innocence is still there, for if that were gone I don�t know what I would do� Tell me did you sail across the sun Did you make it to the Milky Way To see the lights are fading And that heaven is over rated He tells me of his life in Philadelphia� a life I cannot share and can never be a part of. The names and places are unknown to me and I feel lost and inexperienced, wanting him to spare me but needing to know� Tell me did you fall for a shooting star One without a permanent scar And did you miss me While you were looking for yourself out there. Then he speaks of the life he had left behind. His simple life, as he called it, and I asked if that was a bad thing. Now that he's back from that soul vacation Tracing his way through the constellation He checks out Mozart While he does Tae Bo Reminds me that there's room to grow He tells me that simple is a place to stay. But not a place to grow. I think about all that implies and feel discontent sitting here in a clearing under the stars� Now that he's back in the atmosphere I'm afraid that he might think of me as Plain ol� Jane told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly So he never did land I want to tell him this, but I look into his eyes and I knew that was not what he meant. I look away� And tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the Milky Way I sense he has something else to tell me, and this fills me with more dread than I had arrived with tonight. His eyes are apprehensive and pleading. He tells me of a girl� Tell me did Venus blow your mind Was it everything you wanted to find And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there He sees my distress but goes on, for it is needed. I listen, for that is needed too. He tells me of the times they shared and the memories they created. Some are eerily similar to our own and I feel a pain inside, but I listen because I need to hear this as much as he needs to say it. Soon my sacrifice pays off as he tells me the one thing I want to know� He says he would rather have me� Can you imagine no love, pride, deep fried chicken Your best friend always sticking up for you Even when I know you're wrong Can you imagine no first dance Freeze dried romance 5-hour phone conversation The best soy latte that you ever had� and me He would rather have me�and simple is a place to stay. Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the Milky Way Tell me did you sail across the sun Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights are fading And that heaven is over rated Tell me did you fall from a shooting star One without a permanent scar And did you miss me while you're looking for yourself� |
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| The first time I ever really listened to the words of this song I thought of this... So I attempted to put it into words and it kind of sounds like the song Hey Pretty by Poe. I would love to say this stems from personal experience, but sadly the role I would play in this would be the of the girl left in Philly... |
| ~inspired by "Drops of Jupiter" by Train and the events of the past year... |
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