[stanza 1]
I wait at the café
my hands are folded
and you stare like I
must have something to say
but don’t you know I’m done
…was all this time
from being the other one
[chorus]
You can’t love half here
while your wife’s looking out
the door
we’ve been doing this the wrong way
you gotta get back home
[stanza 2]
I quietly strum my guitar
gazing out the window afar
a couple walk by the car
hand in hand like childhood sweethearts
maybe they could be you…
and her when yall were younger
Shouldn’t I have been just a stranger…?
[chorus]
You can’t love half here
while I’m looking down at
the floor
we’ve been all along the wrong way
I gotta go where I’m the only one
[bridge]
Now I’m tearing up these curtains
recovering the right side of me
letting in the sunlight
to bring you back to reality
You can’t love half here
while your daughter’s looking out
the door
we’ve been doing this the wrong way
you gotta give her back her home
Beautiful song.
So many facets to love. Here is one that I find to be the most profound.
“Come to the edge.”
“We can’t. We’re afraid.”
“Come to the edge.”
“We can’t. We will fall!”
“Come to the edge.”
“And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.”
Love is freedom. Freedom to be who you are meant to be.
Freedom to which someone else pushes you into when you might not think you have it in you.
Love is the push that comes from the belief in the strength of your wings.
Love is the push that comes with the knowledge that you will be gone sometime & never return.
Love is the nurturing to give strength to your wings.
Love just is.
It cannot be willed. Nor can it be bounded.
Love does not discriminate nor can it be possessed.
Love just is.
Love is freedom.
Freedom is love.