During the-time-of-which-we-do-not-speak, I listened to this song quite a bit. It found me on my iPod today and reminded me of a few things.
I used to think this song was how my husband felt about the other woman (who lived very far away from us), while it was also how I felt about my husband (who lived very far away from me, in his way, during this time).
I still listened to it today from his point of view, loving her. And then contrasting it to me loving him. But it was not the debilitating ache it once was to listen to it, more of a mild paralytic agent. Then I got up and walked on.
If you wait for me
then I'll come for you.
Although I've traveled far,
I always hold a place for you in my heart.
If you think of me
If you miss me once in awhile,
Then I'll return to you.
I'll return and fill that space in your heart.
Remembering
Your touch Your kiss Your warm embrace,
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting.
If you dream of me
like I dream of you,
In a place that's warm and dark,
In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart.
Remembering
Your touch Your kiss Your warm embrace,
I'll find my way back to you
If you'll be waiting.
I've longed for you,
and I have desired
To see your face, your smile
To be with you Wherever you are.
Remembering
Your touch Your kiss Your warm embrace,
I'll find my way back to you.
Please say you'll be waiting...
Together again,
It would feel so good to be
In your arms,
Where all my journeys end.
If you can make a promise
-If it's one that you can keep,
I vow to come for you
If you wait for me
....and say you'll hold
a place for me
in your heart.
-Tracy Chapman, The Promise
Labels: introspection, life in stepford, lyrical gangsta |
