A long time ago (probably a little more than a year ago) I received this song from one of the _____-est (go find your own embarrassing adjective to place here) people I know. I probably shouldn’t fess up just yet (about a fortnight before that’s due anyway) so just enjoy the song (“Right Moves” by Josh Ritter) and the oh so incriminating lyrics after the jump.
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All of a sudden now you’re back again–
I thought you were happy with whoever,
Or did you dream about me now and then?
Did you look up at the stars,
And feel something for the constellations?
All those lovers circling ’round their love.
Swings and arrows, dogs and lions,
Rivers separating touch from touch.
The comedy of distance,
The tragedy of separation.
Am I making all the right moves?
Am I singing you the right blues?
Is there a time when I can call you,
Just to see how you are doing?
I said how is it that you come back to me?
You don’t need the stories in my scars,
Or in the stars to tell you nothing’s free.
I traded all the innocence I ever had for hesitation.
I said, “Won’t you tell me where you’ve been?”
You put a finger to my lips,
And then you kissed me once, and once again.
The crickets all leapt up,
And met the moon with a standing ovation.
I heard the night was picking up this song.
You threw your hair back and you sang along.
And I realized that I might lose you,
You might lose me, drift apart in the night,
And not know how.
I said, “What if we are like the Northern Sky?
What if there are things that come between us
That we can’t take back, we can’t make right.”
“I don’t know darling, but I’m here with you,
And we’re coming to the chorus now.”
- Josh Ritter, Right Moves