Don't know what time it is, I've been up for way too long and I'm too tired to sleep .I call my mother on the phone, she wasn't home, and now I'm wondering the street .I've been a fool, I've been cruel to myself. I've been hanging on to nothing when nothing could be worse than hanging on .And something tells me there must be something better than all this .I've fallen many times in love and every time it's been with the wrong (man). Still I'm out there living one day at a time and doing the best I can. Cause we've all made mistakes that seem to lead us astray. But every time they helped to get us where we are today and that's a good a place as any and it's probably where we're best off anyway. It's a long and rugged road and we don't now where it's headed.But we know it's going to get us where we're going ,and when we find what we're looking for we'll drop these bags and search no more. Cause it's going to feel like heaven when we're home, it's going to feel like heaven when we're home .There's no such thing as perfect, and if there is we'll find it when we're good and dead. Trust me I've been looking but tonight I think I'll go and take a bath instead. And then maybe I'll walk a while and feel the earth beneath me. They say if you stop looking it doesn't matter if you find it. And whose to say that even if I did it's what I'm really looking for.It's a long and rugged road and we don't now where it's headed. But we know it's going to get us where we're going. And when we find what we're looking for we'll drop these bags and search no more .Cause it's going to feel like heaven when we're home.And it´s a long and rugged road and we don´t know where is headed.But we know it´s going to get us we´re going. And when we find we´re looking for we´ll drop these bags and search no more. Cause it's going to feel like heaven when we're home, it´s going to feel like heaven when we´re home, it´s going to feel like heaven when we´re home .
( Lyrics : "Heaven when we´re home" - The Wailin´Jennys )
Living fall, anyway.
3 comments:
Cercar, trobar, viure...M'agrada.
una cançó maca, una lletra maca i una red line deliciosa... en menys d'una hora me'n vaig a veure el cel de la Garrotxa, podria dir que és a casa però, tot i ser-ho, a vegades me'n sento forastera, umm val més que no comenci a divagar, és curiós com podria parlar de coses aquí tranquil·lament i no les puc posar al bloc...
un petó!
Deu ser que per aqui hi passa tanta gent com en un confessionari ( i a mi ja m´està bé, així ).
també m´agrada que m´ho diguis, ja fa el bloc una mica més especial.
Un petó de tornada, N.
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Gràcies Pilar, s´han d´anar cercant, les melodíes.
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