Why was I upset when I heard that you were dating someone?? Why would I even care? Why would you? I don’t even know you, but I want the chance to and I’m too afraid to ask you for it. Because, where would it get us? Desperate and longing, or tied up and confused? …or mystified and helplessly, hopelessly blissful. I can’t call it quits. My mind just wanders to wondering about you. I can give you a soft place to land, with the palms of my hands and the tone of my voice. I can wrap you up in words and hold your hands to my collarbone and you can feel the tremors in my throat. I can give you my phone number and you can call me anytime. You can send me a message that says you can’t sleep, and I won’t sleep. I’ll talk to you about my new sweater, or your sweet dog-baby, or the new restaurant you tried, or what you watched on TV or what your mother called to tell you. Because, I’ve never heard your voice, but I want to. And I wonder what I’m gonna do with all of this. Because if I told you, would you even know I was talking about you? Would you even be interested? I’m not perfect and I know you are bruised because someone didn’t give you or your relationship or your love the credit it deserves. Because you see the world through weathered eyes, and you know the smell of a woman’s mouth just before you kiss her. You have an insatiable aching that coincides with your positive outlook and enlightened knowledge of the way things really are in the world: dizzy and incredible, waking up and taking your lover’s hand, feeling lost and then found and lost again in your discovery, bicycles trailing down your block, cicadas humming in the background, staying up late and getting up early. I want to know the smell of your mouth just before I kiss you. I want to press my heart to your soul, hold your thighs with my open hand, and taste the tears on your cheeks. I want to make you laugh in the middle of the night, with the grazing of a cold foot, or a drunken declaration of how we are just two beautiful traffic jams.
Change this feeling under my feet… Would you change the sheets and then change me?
Listened to this album in it’s entirety last night (still listening)…there aren’t really words to describe how absolutely, phenomenally, inspirationally kick-ass it is. I mean, it is beyond amazing. Definitely my favorite Kathleen Edwards album.