THIS OLD WORLD KEEPS SPINNING 'ROUND


without anywhere to stay.

At the gentle, weary end of a long and wistful day, in a week when one son turned six and another frets and waits to turn twelve, with just the conspicuous quiet of a sleeping house and the occasional crack of my aging bones now for company, the lilting melodies and bittersweet beauties of a couple of Neil Young songs, one old and one new, seem like the perfect tonic, and perhaps a fitting lullaby, for someone who, with each new and blessed morning, becomes more and more painfully aware of the persistent passing of time.


COMES A TIME
Neil Young

Comes a time when you're driftin'
Comes a time when you settle down
Comes a light, feelin's liftin'
Lift that baby right up off the ground.

Oh, this old world keeps spinning 'round
It's a wonder tall trees ain't layin' down
There comes a time.

You and I, we were captured
We took our souls and we flew away
We were right, we were giving
That's how we kept what we gave away.

Oh, this old world keeps spinning 'round
It's a wonder tall trees ain't layin' down
There comes a time...


IT'S A DREAM
Neil Young

In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound
Of the birds outside on the roof
I try to ignore what the paper says
And I try not to read all the news
And I'll hold you if you had a bad dream
And I hope it never comes true
'Cause you and I been through so many things together
And the sun starts climbing the roof

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
It's only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

The Red River stills flows through my hometown
Rollin' and tumblin' on its way
Swirling around the old bridge pylons
Where a boy fishes the morning away
His bicycle leans on an oak tree
While the cars rumble over his head
An airplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
And the young birds call out to be fed

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
Only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

An old man walks along on the sidewalk
Sunglasses and an old Stetson hat
The four winds blow the back of his overcoat away
As he stops with the policeman to chat
And a train rolls out of the station
That was really somethin' in its day
Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails
As it carries the passengers away

It's gone
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
Only a dream
Just a memory without anywhere to stay

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away...

Posted: Thu - April 6, 2006 at 11:05 PM          

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