You've played many roles,
Most of your life.
Daughter, sister, friend,
A mother and a wife.
In every hurricane,
There's an eye serene.
And you can hear a voice,
Saying who you should be.
Cause the script you had,
Since you took the stage.
Has lines you forgot,
And is missing a page.
The rules can change,
The stars re-align.
When you don't see yourself,
Through another's eyes.
Strike a yoga pose,
To locate your breath.
So you can recite,
A psalm of loneliness.
There’s a moment between,
Inhale and release.
Where the tumult recedes,
And the poses all cease.
The rules can change,
The stars re-align.
When you don't see yourself,
Through another's eyes.
I won't be your mirror,
And you won't be mine.
A map isn't space,
And a clock isn't time.
The rules can change,
The stars re-align.
When you don't see yourself,
Through another's eyes.
2 comments:
I like the lyrics ... they work well and flow naturally. And the chord progression and changes are lovely. It feels like a very personal and contemplative song ... perhaps about your wife? Well, it pales a bit after hearing "Everybody's Takin' Pictures" ... but it's still pretty good!
Nailed it, as usual. My wife says her thrice weekly yoga class is her salvaltion. She has so many family responsibilities, including managing the life of a mother with Altzheimers, and she still manages to speak to our kids everyday, shop for them, cook and bake for them. It's truly the eye of the hurricane.
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