posted January 06, 2011 06:50 PM            

Every time I get on an airplane, I think my life can change
And sometimes I think it does.
But under a dirty light in a borrowed house there is rain every night
In some other language.
Every time I get on a plane. We weigh in in small ways,
Down repeating hallways.
Even if you find the love of your life, you can be unhappy
For weeks at a time.

If you want to find out,
If you want to find them they're hiding.
Get back, get out on the wire.
They're leaving us behind.

Sometimes I don't think I get seen enough,
Get winter colds from summer love.
Dust to dust we stay home.

Some of what you'll say to me I'll forget
In the blue-black ocean, I've got carsick emotion.
Even if you find the love of your life, you can be unhappy
For weeks at a time.

If you want to find out,
If you want to find them they're hiding.
Get back, get out on the wire.
They're leaving us behind.

Even if you find the love of your life,
You're going to be unhappy.

posted January 08, 2011 09:31 AM            

I was once told that when you are in a state of appreciation, you are in a state of God.