If you know anything about me, you know that I love the Dave Matthews Band. Those stories, and many and great they are, are for another day. But, last night I sat on the couch with one of my close friends. In the midst of all the craziness, he sat and watched my Piedmont Park DMB dvd with me. I know it seems like nothing, but the familiarity of the music and his company was so comforting. My favorite song came on, Grey Street. I told him that Grey was named after that song, and he didn't know that. So if he didn't know, maybe many of you don't know. The song has just kind of followed me through different times in my life, it's meaning always changing. I just wanted to share the words with you. I'll never be able to hear it without thinking of Grey. It means more to me now than ever before.
Grey Street
Oh look at how she listens
she says nothing of what she thinks
she just goes stumbling through her memories
staring out on to Grey Street
she thinks, "hey, how did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world but I can't get out of this place"
there's an emptiness inside her
and she'd do anything to fill it in
but all the colors mix together -- to grey
And it breaks her heart
how she wishes it was different
she prays to God most every night
and though she's quite sure he doesn't listen
there's still hope in her he might
she says, "I pray, but my prayers fall on deaf ears
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
to get out of this place"
there's loneliness inside her
and she'd do anything to fill it in
and though it's red blood beating in her now
it feels like cold blue ice in her heart
when all the colors mix together to grey
and it breaks her heart
there's a stranger speaks outside her door
says take what you can from your dreams
make them as real as anything
it'd take the work out of the courage
but she says, "Please
there's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street
and the end of the world"
there's an emptiness inside her
and she'd do anything to fill it in
and though it's red blood beating in her now
it's more like cold blue ice in her heart
she feels like kicking out all the windows
and setting fire to this life
she could change everything about her
using colors bold and bright
but all the colors mix together to grey
and it breaks her heart
it breaks her heart
to Grey
1 comment:
i dont think any mother should have to experience the suffering of their own child. i wish that the good lord would just let them go peacefully with no pain.
i wish your family the best of luck, and Grey also.
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