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i'll be what i am /
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I shared a ride, the warm afternoon sunshine, and a white paper bag of cold drive-thru window french fries with my friend Neil Diamond this week. We harmonized to Solitary Man
gravity /
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There was once a day when I had long hair and drove fast. Today isn't one of those days. I don't know about tomorrow.
the waiting /
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Dreams are often interrupted by it. Ambitions create it.
There are days when I feel like I've done nothing but wrap my entire existence around it. Or maybe that's not the case at all ...and it's really just wrapping itself around me?
farther from the knowing /
little things make us /
© 2011 Gary Garbett
My life is a grocery store line A "We'll be just fine" Don't know how we survive, but we do
My life is an early spring snow The last thread of hope That I just keep hanging on to
My life is pieces of paper that I'll get back to later I'll write you a story, how I ended up here Why the little things make us and how long it takes us To figure out what matters the most. . . . .
My life is a two dollar beer Friday nights here With friends that I've known since high school
My life is an order to go A rainy car ride back home And someone you love to lay next to
My Life is pieces of paper that I'll get back to later I'll write you a story, how I ended up here Why the little things make us and how long it takes us To figure out what matters the most . . . . .
Someday well I'll look back and wonder Someday comes around quicker than they told you Asking "Did I do, what I was suppose to"
In my Life Don't know Why the little things make us and sometimes it takes us To damn long to figure what matters the most . . . . My life is green grass through the snow A sweet reckless hope
And baby I know...what matters the most
I reviewed this album on my other blog last week. Drop in and give it a look.
Lyrics from "The Most" by Lori McKenna from her new album Lorraine
All rights reserved to Universal Music Publishing Group in Nashville (c).
eyes on the road /
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I drove several miles yesterday, perhaps even more than usual. Just seems like a standard when you live in a rural area. I always seem to find an inner calm during those drives. Usually it's just me and the music, getting lost in the moment as I pass the road markings like falling dominoes.
I'm not sure why, but yesterday was just a little bit different. I listened to the quiet instead. Between that and the whistling of the fresh air making it's way through slightly lowered windows, it seemed like I drove farther than those miles I left behind me in the rear view mirror. These healthy places find me far more often than they use to.
american idle /
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The long darkened idle slowly thawed the frozenness of winter. I waited. A song played in my head while I listened to the weatherman forecast a day of sunshine at 5:22 AM.