“I’m going out to buy a lemon” I say to my wife.
She says, “It’s 40 degrees out there.”
“What are you talking about? It’s a beautiful day in October. I’m going with or without you,” I say as I slam the door and ponder my bride’s mysterious ways.
I’m walking along and I see a boy flying his kite.
I say, “Nice elevation.”
He says, “Walk on, buddy. There’s nothing to see here.”
I’m in no mood for a war, so I keep moving, trying not to get stuck in a moment that I can’t get out of. I come to a street corner and look up at the signs so as to place myself, but I’m in a neighborhood where the streets have no name.
It’s colder than I thought and my hands are almost numb. I never thought it would be this cold in Miami. I slip into the discotheque to warm up. It’s like a city of blinding lights in there. The strobes make me see spots, just like when I’ve been staring at the sun. Overwhelmed with vertigo, I stumble back outside and nearly trip over a guy sprawled out on the concrete.
“Wake up dead man, ” I say.
He stirs and asks for a little silver and gold.
“All I’ve got to give is mercy, friend, and maybe a little bit of grace. Soon enough even that’ll all be gone.”
He says, “Please sir, give me just one of whatever you’ve got. I’ve played the wanderer all my life and I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. Now I’m running to stand still.”
I’ve got too much pride to tell him I feel the same way.
Anybody want to guess what concert I’ll be at on Saturday night?
Telling Stories, Asking Questions, Learning Lessons
I’m guessing the same concert I’ll be at on November 19th!
I am SO jealous…
Wait. I just re-read this post and want to make sure we’re talking about the same thing. You’re going to the AVB concert, right?
The Bee Gees? I knew it!! That whole disco thing gave it away…
Here’s one of my favorites:
When you look at the world
What is it that you see?
People find all kinds of things
That bring them to their knees
I see an expression
So clear and so true
That changes the atmosphere
When you walk (in)to the room
So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it’s no use
I can’t see what you see
When I look at the world
When the night is someone else’s
And you’re trying to get some sleep
When your thoughts are too expensive
To ever wanna keep
When there’s all kinds of chaos
And everyone is walking lame
You don’t even blink now do you
Or even look away
So I try to be like you
Try to feel it like you do
But without you it’s no use
I can’t see what you see
When I look at the world
I can’t wait any longer
I can’t wait ’till I’m stronger
Can’t wait any longer
To see what you see
When I look at the world
I’m in the waiting room
Can’t see for the smoke
I think of you and your holy book
When the rest of us choke
Tell me, tell me, what do you see?
Tell me, tell me what’s wrong with me.