Sunday, October 15, 2006

Lonely Bones

...it's my moon time! My face is a mess and I'm bawling all the ding-dang time!! I think it's all the tears I was scared to cry in the first few months, when I was so raw and fragile and needing to be so strong and so on top of every freaking thing in my world... they're here now and they're not afraid to fall. Tim McGraw has been making me cry a lot lately (as you may remember, he's married to Mitch's second choice for a wife, Faith Hill) with two amazing songs:
We Carry On

And we carry on
When our lives come undone
We carry on
Cause there's promise in the morning sun
We carry on
As the dark surrenders to the dawn
We were born to overcome
We carry on

Beyond the picket fences and the oil wells
The happy endings and the fairy tales
Is the reality of shattered lives and broken dreams
We carry on

It's the family that grieves for a lost loved one
It's the soldier who won't leave til the job is done
It's the addict trying to turn his life around
It's picking yourself off the ground when you've been knocked down


& Live Like You Were Dyin'


[Chorus]
I went sky divin',
I went rocky mountain climbin',
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I gave forgiveness I've been denying,
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin'.

He said I was finally the husband,
That most the time I wasn't.
And I became a friend a friend would like to have.
And all the sudden goin' fishing,
Wasn't such an imposition.
And I went three times that year I lost my dad.
Well I finally read the good book,
And I took a good long hard look at what I'd do
If I could do it all again.
And then.
[Chorus]

Like tomorrow was a gift and you've got eternity
To think about what you do with it,
What could you do with it, what can
I do with with it, what would I do with it.

And if you don't know either of those, but you'd like a good cry, check out my page at MySpace (link is in that link list over there or here) and listen to In My Daughter's Eyes by Martina McBride... we'll cry together!
It's late, I think I'm gonna lay in bed and get started...

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