I'd like to start with the title song to one of my all time favorite albums - Late for the Sky. It is a broken heart song, a song of longing and passion, a song about trying to forgive yourself for a relationship that could have worked out - should have worked out, but didn't.
Part of the reason songs become our favorites is the people and times and places associated with them. My old buddy Bobby Joe Taylor turned me on to this song and Jackson Browne. I can remember sitting in his dorm room, on the edge of his water bed, listening to this on his Phillips turntable. Bob turned me on to lots of music. In a way, he taught me how to listen to music. Deeply. Seriously (sometimes). He taught me to feel it. This is a song to really feel.
Old Bob didn't make it out alive. And when I hear it I think of that silly lopsided grin and the girl who broke both of our hearts.
Late for the Sky
The words had all been spoken
And somehow the feeling still wasn't right
And still we continued on through the night
Tracing our steps from the beginning
Until they vanished into the air
Trying to understand how our lives had led us there
Looking hard into your eyes
The was nobody I'd ever known
Such an empty surprise to feel so alone
Now for me some words come easy
But I know that they don't mean that much
Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch
You never knew what I loved in you
I don't know what you loved in me
Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be
Awake again, I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone
And close to the end of the feeling we've known
How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I been dreaming I could make it right
If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
To be the one you need
Awake again, I can't pretend, and I know I'm alone
And close to the end of the feeling we've known
How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been driftin alone through the night
How long have I been running for that morning flight
Through the whispered promises and the changing light
Of the bed where we both lie
Late for the sky
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