indescribableIsn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I... I'm with you
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I... I'm with you
I don't really care much about Avril Lavigne, (and she can't sing live!) but the lyrics to her "I'm with you" is poignant where it matters.
Isn't every night a chilly night to the longing heart?
And how many times have we tried to unravel our lives?
And the desire, the desire to be led, to be rescued by the knight in shining armour (or Saint Joan of Arc or whatever) so that
we can sleep tight,
at night,
so the bedbugs won't bite.
I'm with you.
Thinking of it as poetry...