Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Inertia


I'm speechless tonight.   I've searched my heart for what I want to say and can't find what sounds right to me, or even what rings true.  I'll let Neil talk for me instead-I'm afraid I'll choke on my own words.


"Helpless"

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless.

Neil Young


2 comments:

Sandy said...

Oh dear, I'm sorry your experiencing something, that doesn't sound good. Hope all is okay.. kind of worried afer reading this.

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Brenda said...

Inertia... as in very tired. Me too and DEPRESSED!!! Time to call for some anti-depressants, even though I hate the side effects! Just kidding, things aren't that bad YET!