And on the telephone, you offer warm asylum
Once a year or so (generally around wintertime), I write about this song. It seems kind of weird, to write about the same song over and over, but with my hard drive troubles lately, I don’t hear it until I put in a mix CD, and it strikes me anew every time. I hate to say it because it sounds so unusual, but I’m not afraid of the eye-rolling: it humbles me.
Listening to the song stops me in my tracks and makes me take stock in the people who love me, and in myself as a friend to others. Sometimes I do well, and sometimes I don’t, but moments flash before me, times when friends (close and less close) have cried on my shoulder this past year, or when I’ve stayed up very late to calm someone down, or when I’ve made a long drive to see someone I care for. And all those times people have done the same for me.
This is for all of you who offer me reassurance. It’s for those of you who’ve proven to be far more than fair-weather friends, and for those people whose phones have always been open to me when I need someone, even when we aren’t getting along.
You remind me of how beautiful life is. You make it a joyful thing to be there when you need someone.
I love you.
One part just needs the quiet
And if I’m lonely here, I’m lonely here
And on the telephone
You offer reassurance
I will not take these things for granted
How can I hold the part of me that only you can carry
It needs a strength I haven’t found
But if its frightening, I’ll bear the cold
And on the telephone
You offer warm asylum
I’m listening
Flowers in the garden
Laughter in the hall
Children in the park
I will not take these things for granted
Anymore
To crawl inside the wire and feel something near me
To feel this accepting
That it is lonely here, but not alone
And on the telephone
You offer visions dancing
I’m listening
Music in the bedroom
Laughter in the hall
Dive into the ocean
Singing by the fire
Running through the forest
And standing in the wind
In rolling canyons
I will not take these things for granted
PS Apparently Toad the Wet Sprocket reformed and did a tour this summer. I didn’t know until today. Next time they’re around, I intend to catch them.
PPS This is someone’s photography set to the song. Kinda cool. I’ve considered making my own for some time.
*mwah*
*tremendous hugs*
<3