Falling

When Robin and I first were courting, we wrote each other songs. This was mine for her and it incorporates a golf reference (Robin’s family are all golfers) and a phrase from a story she told me. The music I had been playing on my guitar for years and I finally found the lyrics through her. Interestingly enough, we each wrote a second song for each other in the years following, and I think those second songs were less generic and more solidly connected to who we were. I guess the communication got better. My second song is B’shert, also included here.

 

Falling

There’s a spot behind a cloud where wondering is still allowed

That’s where my life has gone

The bumpy flight that brought me here has made it absolutely clear

That I don’t know what’s going on

            Lost in the skies for all that implies

            To someone who flies when he looks into your eyes

                        And it feels like falling when your world turns upside down

                        Yes if feels like falling but you never hit the ground

                        Unsure where I’ll land I reach out for your hand

                        And perhaps this way you can understand who I am

                        That’s my plan, Robin Anne

Something’s lost and something’s gained but everything remains the same

Though someone has strayed from the path

Start with three, take one away, three remain and so you say

I just can’t handle the math

            Love’s course is tough and you lie in the rough        

            But with the right stuff you can get us close enough

                        And it feels like falling when your world turns upside down

                        Yes if feels like falling but you never hit the ground

                        Unsure where I’ll land I reach out for your hand

                        And perhaps this way you can understand who I am

                        That’s my plan, Robin Anne

When the pace starts getting slow, that’s the time for letting go

Saying goodbye to the past

We know we soon must leave behind the lives by which we were defined

And we start falling at last

            It’s just making do but the sun’s breaking through

            And this trip’s taking you to a breathtaking view

                        And it feels like falling when your world turns upside down

                        Yes if feels like falling but you never hit the ground

                        Unsure where I’ll land I reach out for your hand

                        And perhaps this way you can understand who I am

                        That’s my plan, Robin Anne