I wanted so badly,
Somebody other than me,
Staring back at me,
But you were gone, gone, gone.
I wanted to see you walking backwards,
And get the sensation of you coming home,
I wanted to see you walking away from me,
Without the sensation of you leaving me alone.
Counting Crows
I could be right
I could be wrong
I could be black
I could be white
They put a hot wire to my head
'cause of the things I did and said
They made these feelings go away
Model citizen in every way
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
In the merry month of June
From my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam
Nearly broken-hearted
Saluted father dear
Kissed me darling mother
Drank a pint of beer
Me grief and tears to smother
Off to reap the corn
Leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn
To banish ghosts and goblins
Brand new pair of brouges
Rattling over the bogs
Frightening all the dogs
On the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, whack follol de rah
(traditional song “Rocky Road to Dublin”, words originally by Irish poet D. K. Gavan, though I don’t think these are the original)
And all the world is football-shaped
It’s just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
There are times
When all the world’s asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won’t you please
Please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am
You do something to me
Somewhere deep inside
Hoping to get close to you
A peace I cannot find
Dancing through the fire, yeah
Just to catch a flame
Just to get close to
Just close enough
To tell you that…
Too sad we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep sides of Ben Lomond.
Where the broken heart knows no second spring,
Resigned we must be while we’re parting.
… You’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore you.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
When you look at the world
What is it that you see?
People find all kinds of things
That bring them to their knees
I see an expression
So clear and so true
That it changes the atmosphere
When you walk into the room
I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
*Louis Armstrong (George David Weiss / Robert Thiele)