Monday, 07 January 2013
It's a brand new day. Let it lift you. As recommended by one of my favorite Mary Chapin Carpenter songs that I sing:
"Don't be late for your life."
You've been saying for the longest time. That the time has come. You've been talking like you're of the mind. To get some changing done. Maybe move out of the city. Find some quiet little town. Where you can sit out on your back porch steps and watch the sun go down.
No one knows where they belong. The search just goes on and on and on. For every day that goes wrong, another one's right. A change of scene would sure be great. The thought is nice to comtemplate. But the question begs, why would you wait. Don't be late for your life.
Now you might never find that perfect town, but the sun still sets. On a roof top where the city sounds like a Gershwin clarinet. And you might still be searching every face, for one you can't forget. Love is out there in a strangers clothes. You just haven't met them yet.
No one knows where they belong the search just goes on and on and on. For every day that goes wrong, another one's right. Call it chance of call it fate. Either one is cause to celebrate. The question begs, why would you wait. Don't be late for your life.
(pats heart, and points to you)