Husband’s at work, no one to sooth me, smooth out the edges, wrap them around me with their arms. So I turn to other men, Willie and Waylon, and soon I’m back bopping around.
Even these words, some of the saddest lyrics to a love song, have me singing:
You want me to say I love you too
There’s nothing in the world I’d rather do
You will never know how hard I tried
But I can’t change the way I feel insideIt’s nothing that you did or haven’t done
Who knows what makes somebody love someone
I wish that’s the way that we could be
But love is up to love, and not to meI can’t help the way that I don’t feel
Take what isn’t there and make it real
You’re where I should be going,
but my heart is at the wheel
I can’t help the way that I don’t feel(I Can’t Help The Way I Don’t Feel About You, M. Garvin, C. Waters, T. Shapiro)
You live long enough and lyrics mean more than where you were when you heard them or who you danced with in the moonlight to this song or that. They tell stories, and can cut like poetry or heal wounds.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology