I’ve got a busy couple of weeks coming up, filled with travel, friends, family and all sorts of things to do, so this past week I worked up a backlog of music to last Mount Everest a few Mondays while I’m off doing other stuff. This is the first of three songs that were written pretty much simultaneously. It is about talking and feeling like nobody is listening. It is about having ideas, and feeling like not much of anybody notices, and the toll that sort of thing can take on a person. It is about running your mouth off and wondering if your really said aloud what you think you might have just said. It is also about putting this music out week after week and wondering who is going to hear it. It isn’t much of a happy song, but it is a pretty song, so I hope you like it enough to come back next week for a new song about airplanes!
I scribbled on a cocktail napkin
All the little things I thought
And little glances with concern for me
Was all the thanks I got
And what I wrote could change the world
I hoped, but things ain’t stacking up
So probably not
And the tiny look you shot at me
Said volumes of your weariness at heart
You said, I’ve seen all the cracks around you
Yes, I’ve seen all the cracks around you
The way they’re busting you apart
I talked for hours
When I listened there was no one talking back
I think I rattled them
With something that I said again, perhaps
Perhaps I started in an empty room
Assuming that the crowd was coming back
Perhaps the echos of my own voice
Sound to me like someone answering at last
Saying I’ve seen all the dust around you
Yes, I’ve seen all the dust around you
The way it’s filling in the cracks
Have you ever thought so deeply on a thing
It makes you bust?
Have you ever poured your heart out
Only ‘cause it said you must?
Have you ever heard your words run out
The moment of a thought that you could trust?
And have you ever felt regret
That all the beauty in your thoughts could turn to rust?
If you have,
I’ve seen all the wind around you
Yes, I’ve seen all the wind around you
The way it’s blowing around the dust