If I Could Save Time in a Bottle
I bet that it'd be harder than ketchup to get out of there.
Speaking of time, not necessarily in a bottle, it turns out I haven't blogged since the end of November, which means I missed out on the entire NCAAs-thing and probably some other stuff that I've already forgotten. Now it's almost 2010 and I'm not in the mood for a "Best of" list, or any damned resolutions, or even something blatantly libelous. Actually, come to think of it, something blatantly libelous would be kinda fun.
But first:
***
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
***
Hmmm. I had planned on having some fun with this lyric, but Jim's dead, which lends the danged thing just enough poignancy that my heart just isn't in it. Reminds me of 1970-something. I'm working for the YMCA's Rent-A-Kid program and some family has optimistically set me up scraping the paint off their storm windows. I last a day, maybe two, before they tell me "Maybe this just isn't for you." Jim was singing on the radio while I was failing miserably, there on that family's screen porch, the poorest excuse for a handykid the world would ever know. Who knew that I was in the middle of a metaphor for my life? Not I. I thought I was earning enough money to buy some golf balls or something.
Should have gone with "Junkyard Dog".
Happy 2010.
Speaking of time, not necessarily in a bottle, it turns out I haven't blogged since the end of November, which means I missed out on the entire NCAAs-thing and probably some other stuff that I've already forgotten. Now it's almost 2010 and I'm not in the mood for a "Best of" list, or any damned resolutions, or even something blatantly libelous. Actually, come to think of it, something blatantly libelous would be kinda fun.
But first:
***
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
***
Hmmm. I had planned on having some fun with this lyric, but Jim's dead, which lends the danged thing just enough poignancy that my heart just isn't in it. Reminds me of 1970-something. I'm working for the YMCA's Rent-A-Kid program and some family has optimistically set me up scraping the paint off their storm windows. I last a day, maybe two, before they tell me "Maybe this just isn't for you." Jim was singing on the radio while I was failing miserably, there on that family's screen porch, the poorest excuse for a handykid the world would ever know. Who knew that I was in the middle of a metaphor for my life? Not I. I thought I was earning enough money to buy some golf balls or something.
Should have gone with "Junkyard Dog".
Happy 2010.
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