Court and Spark

This song is such a time capsule for me.  It is high school, and my old dear friends, and the sand dunes in northwest Indiana.  It is sunsets over Lake Michigan who was a companion, not just a body of water.  It is late night bonfires on the beach, steel string music and sore fingers and faces sore from smiling and laughing.  It is Alice, and Katie, and Kelly, and Kevin, and Andy.  It is Joyce and Karen-now-Kerry, and Bruce and Craig and Cary and others whose faces are now a blur.  It is friendships meant to last forever when we didn't know how far the future could spread, how far we would go.  This song is a story, sure.  But it is a time and place and it takes me back like no picture ever could.  



Love came to my door
With a sleeping roll
And a madman's soul
He thought for sure I'd seen him
Dancing up a river in the dark
Looking for a woman
To court and spark

He was playing on the sidewalk
For passing change
When something strange happened
Glory train passed through him
So he buried the coins he made
In People's Park
And went looking for a woman
To court and spark

It seemed like he read my mind
He saw me mistrusting him
And still acting kind
He saw how I worried sometimes
I worry sometimes

"All the guilty people," he said
They've all seen the stain-
On their daily bread
On their christian names
I cleared myself
I sacrificed my blues
And you could complete me
I'd complete you

His eyes were the color of the sand
And the sea
And the more he talked to me
The more he reached me
But I couldn't let go of L.A.
City of the fallen angels