I like to think that icey water would wake me from this dream. Chill me to the bones, shaking with the sting of the cold.
Makes you wonder doesn't it?
I remember last June in New York. I sat at Jones Beach on Long Island while it was raining. It was cold and wet, the water rough from weeks of foul weather. I've never felt at home like I did that day. My soul felt free there.
It makes me think that maybe there was such power in the moment, it was something so great, that my soul and mind couldn't fight back. i was completely out of controll rather than trying to make it all work.
I wish I could always feel that way....
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
The Ocean I'd like to see the sea in January. I'd like to stand on the rocky coast of Maine and let the cold water crash, spray and envelop me. I like to think that icey water would wake me from this dream. Chill me to the bones, shaking with the sting of the cold. Makes you wonder doesn't it? I remember last June in New York. I sat at Jones Beach on Long Island while it was raining. It was cold and wet, the water rough from weeks of foul weather. I've never felt at home like I did that day. My soul felt free there. It makes me think that maybe there was such power in the moment, it was something so great, that my soul and mind couldn't fight back. i was completely out of controll rather than trying to make it all work. I wish I could always feel that way....
Brief - 2007-07-05
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