My Rantings and Other Non-Sensical Thoughts

I was listening to Recovering the Satellites by Counting Crows on the way home & for some reason track 12: Mercury hit me. It just seemed to be about me, the inner me. I hope that doesn't sound hokey because it didn't at the time:

She is trapped inside a month of grey
And they take a little every day
She is a victim of her own responses
Shackled to a heart that wants to settle
And then runs away
It's a sin to be fading endlessly
Yeah, but she's alright with me

She is leaving on a walkaway
She is leaving me in disarray
In the absence of a place to be
She stands there looking back at me
Hesitates, and then turns away
She'll change so suddenly
She's just like mercury
Yeah, but she's alright with me

Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds
For the things that die before their time
For the restlessly abandoned homes
The tired and weary rambler's bones
And stay beside me where I lie
She's entwined in me
Crazy as can be
Yeah, but she's alright with me

posted by Chris O. @ 6/18/2004 10:03:00 PM