2:05 p.m. I am driving down to Blip today, the small town I wrote about in one of my first posts. I am sad to leave home. It was a great visit. As I drive over the St. Croix River I put in the new Coldplay CD. I am enjoying it until "Twisted Logic". I have to pull over somewhere near River Falls.
Damn. I always think I'm in control and then something scratches one of those old wounds. I sit on the side of the road and listen as tears prick my eyes.
Hold my hand, inside your hands. I need someone, who understands. I need someone, someone who heals. For you I've waited all these years.
In your tears, and in your blood. In your fire, and in your flood. I hear you laugh. I heard you sing. I wouldn't change a single thing.
The wheels just keep on turning. The drummers begin to drum. I don't know which way I'm going. I don't know what I've become.
For you I'd wait, till Kingdom come. Until my days, my days are done. Say you'll come, to set me free. Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
I lean my head back on the headrest and sigh. Okay. Time to get back on the road.