A wanderer's lullaby
"You never know you're lonely
until you're not alone
And if it's where the heart is
how come you're never home?"
I've stumbled across a lovely lullaby for wanderers, especially those of us who have left 40 behind (says the soon-to-be 45 year old pilgrim) without putting down what most of the world around us sees as roots. This is a tune for lovers of the in-between:
As for your friends
Well they've all settled down
While some think you're lost
It's more that you're still unfound.
Destination seems to be
Something you can't require
You're always leaving
But you never do arrive.
I've been playing and singing this tune all morning, thanks to Laura, who sent it along with a entire care-packageful of words and songs to stir me and feed me.
Dave Sills is a singer songwriter from the Chicago area. You can listen to this whole tune, buy his CDs and read more about him on his website.
Let's hear it for one of the greatest gifts of living "somewhere else": care packages. Especially when they bear singing poets.
I can't resist continuing to post this:
Lying awake in bed, you can only dream of sleep
You are standing still, the sidewalk spins beneath your feet
Each day fades away slow into the night
The stars begin to fall, you're not far behind.