When I saw you on the boulevard the other day you asked me where I wanted to go when I told I was looking for work. I said I would go where the jobs were. Sure, I said, I would like to be with my kids, but a man has to pay the bills. Yeah, I'll go where the work takes me.
Did that give you pause, my dear? Did you feel the breeze of a bullet dodged? Did you feel relief in not having chased after this wandering spirit, knowing, if you had, you might be with on that very same road, chasing after yet another library dream? Could you see or even hear that maybe, just maybe, this man is after that unseen commodity, is walking along a rocky path only because he chose to wear his heart on his sleeve? And that that heart had your name embroidered all over it?
I am on the road today, once again chasing down an interview, taking a long sweet journery to a place that might very well possibly connect my past to my future. I grew up fantasizing about the Bay area, about living in proximity to the City, about being within hailing distance of decent sourdough, cable cars and coolest summers a man could ask for. I think now, knowing the financial dispostion of the grand state of California, that I would rather be almost anyplace else, but I also know that beggars, or at least, underemployed librarians, can't be choosers. With as many applications as I have out there I think that whoever choses to be interested in me is who I want to work for.
But as to where I want to be? Don't you know that there is only one answer to that? As I was walking in the Woods the other day I thought of a song that you played one time for me. You were about the most musically inclined gal I ever known. Country, pop, classic rock, Christian, classical. You knew your artists and had song lyrics down and would quote lines to me that were particularly apropo to our situation at the time. You cut albums for me on your computer, Norah Jones and Seal, but it was a Dave Matthews album that you played for me in your car one day that stuck. Where were going that day? A bookclub meeting? Audubon? Does it matter? We were together and it was all good.
So you asked me the other day where I wanted to go and it was that Dave Matthews song that rang through my head as I walked your neighborhood. If I had my sense about me that day, if hadn't worried so much about what to say as opposed to saying what I really needed to say I wouldn't be jotting this down, thinking song lyrics out loud on hard, sweaty walks.
Where do I want to be? There's only one answer, my dear M, and that's with you. Yeah, I'm no Superman. Where are YOU going? Let's go!
Your WHMB
"Where Are You Going?" Dave Matthews Band
Where are you going?
With your long face
Pulling down
Don't hide away
Like an ocean
That you can't see but you can smell
And the sound of the waves crash down
I am no Superman
I have no reasons for you
I am no hero
Oh, that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go
Is where I want to be
Where are you going?
Where do you go?
Are you looking for answers
To questions under the stars?
Well, if along the way You are grown weary
You can rest with me until
A brighter day and you're okay
I am no Superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero
Oh, that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go
Is where I want to be
Where are you going?
Where do you go?
Where do you go?
Where are you going?
Where do you go?
I am no Superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero
Oh, that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is here you are is where I belong
I do know where you go
Is where I want to be
Where are you going?
Where do you go? Tell me, where are you going?
Where? Well, let's go
Did that give you pause, my dear? Did you feel the breeze of a bullet dodged? Did you feel relief in not having chased after this wandering spirit, knowing, if you had, you might be with on that very same road, chasing after yet another library dream? Could you see or even hear that maybe, just maybe, this man is after that unseen commodity, is walking along a rocky path only because he chose to wear his heart on his sleeve? And that that heart had your name embroidered all over it?
I am on the road today, once again chasing down an interview, taking a long sweet journery to a place that might very well possibly connect my past to my future. I grew up fantasizing about the Bay area, about living in proximity to the City, about being within hailing distance of decent sourdough, cable cars and coolest summers a man could ask for. I think now, knowing the financial dispostion of the grand state of California, that I would rather be almost anyplace else, but I also know that beggars, or at least, underemployed librarians, can't be choosers. With as many applications as I have out there I think that whoever choses to be interested in me is who I want to work for.
But as to where I want to be? Don't you know that there is only one answer to that? As I was walking in the Woods the other day I thought of a song that you played one time for me. You were about the most musically inclined gal I ever known. Country, pop, classic rock, Christian, classical. You knew your artists and had song lyrics down and would quote lines to me that were particularly apropo to our situation at the time. You cut albums for me on your computer, Norah Jones and Seal, but it was a Dave Matthews album that you played for me in your car one day that stuck. Where were going that day? A bookclub meeting? Audubon? Does it matter? We were together and it was all good.
So you asked me the other day where I wanted to go and it was that Dave Matthews song that rang through my head as I walked your neighborhood. If I had my sense about me that day, if hadn't worried so much about what to say as opposed to saying what I really needed to say I wouldn't be jotting this down, thinking song lyrics out loud on hard, sweaty walks.
Where do I want to be? There's only one answer, my dear M, and that's with you. Yeah, I'm no Superman. Where are YOU going? Let's go!
Your WHMB
"Where Are You Going?" Dave Matthews Band
Where are you going?
With your long face
Pulling down
Don't hide away
Like an ocean
That you can't see but you can smell
And the sound of the waves crash down
I am no Superman
I have no reasons for you
I am no hero
Oh, that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go
Is where I want to be
Where are you going?
Where do you go?
Are you looking for answers
To questions under the stars?
Well, if along the way You are grown weary
You can rest with me until
A brighter day and you're okay
I am no Superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero
Oh, that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is where you are is where I belong
I do know where you go
Is where I want to be
Where are you going?
Where do you go?
Where do you go?
Where are you going?
Where do you go?
I am no Superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero
Oh, that's for sure
But I do know one thing
Is here you are is where I belong
I do know where you go
Is where I want to be
Where are you going?
Where do you go? Tell me, where are you going?
Where? Well, let's go
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