So there I am, sitting on a plane – center aisle – when the girl beside me asks about what I’m working on. Brown hair, blue eyes, disarming smile. You know the type. I jump into a long-winded explanation about my work, getting way too excitable because it’s just too damn cool not to when she turns to me with a smile.
“You’re really good at reading signals, huh?” she says.
Kathy: What did you come here for anyway?
Sally: I love old things. They make me feel sad.
K: What’s good about sad?
S: It’s happy for deep people.
I just had a moment of clarity, you know, I woke up. It’s like…
We measured our lives in coffee spoons
And those Friday nights quickly turned into Sunday afternoons
We weren’t our money, our muscles or our regrets
We were having a near life experience.
Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do.
Up, down, turn around
Please don’t let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I’ll walk alone
I’ll find my soul as I go home
We named our children after towns
That we’ve never been to and it’s true
That the clouds hung around
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course
you think of everything