She can't remember a time when she felt needed
If love was red then she was color blind
All her friends they've been tried for treason
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying love is like a barren place
And reaching out for human faith
Is like a journey I just don't have a map for
So baby's gonna take a dive and push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she's hanging all her hopes on the stars
Guess what CD I found this morning in one of Jacob's spring suit jacket pockets? Was it that long ago that we listened to that song? I was sure he wore that jacket since July but I guess a lot of things got missed.
Nice to have the tunes, we're hitting the road today to go antiquing down south. I have decided I'd like a hutch/cabinet/thing for the bathroom and he likes to poke through old tools.
It's quaint in it's normalcy, I know. Embrace it, Bridget.
