[thank you, Adam, for giving me something to muse me through my constant separation anxiety with space and relationship. Love ya, Ricky].
It's never easy to say goodbye
To the faces
So rarely do we see another one
So close and so long
I asked the room if I'd said enough
No one really answered
They just said, "Don't go, don't go"
Well all this leaving is neverending
I kept hoping for one more question
Or for someone to say,
"Who do you think you are?"
So I could tell them
With intensity, the drop evaporates by law
In conclusion, leaving is easy
When you've got some place you need to be
I'm giving up this gig for another seaon
With the TV on mute
I'm listening back to the tapes
On the hotel bed
My my my apocalypse
I realized I had said very little about ways or wheels
Or riding for the feeling
Riding for the feeling
Is the fastest way to reach the shore
On water or land
Riding for the feeling
What if I had stood there at the end
And said again and again and again and again and again
An answer to every question
Riding for the feeling
Would that have been a suitable goodbye?
weeds//sidewalk-cracks by Leslie Albanese is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
You're Welcome! I listened to the song again after we had talked last night and I couldn't believe how much relevance it had to the whole matter/conversation! Especially the line you highlighted ^ (Riding for the feeling / is the fastest way to reach the shore / on water or land). It was so good to talk to you and I can't wait to celebrate with you (I know you're going to accomplish all you set out to do) when I'm back in June!
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