Only Waiting

This is another song that is several years old, and though for a time it was one of my favorites it hardly ever saw light of day. I believe I played it live only once in a small coffee shop where only a few people came to watch. But in those days every show was a great opportunity. I recorded it and shelved it and forgot all about it until recently I had to dig through storage to salvage whatever was still worthy of time and effort.
This song was definitely in a sense the Don Quixote in my heart coming out. I'd spent my life in books (still do, perhaps more than I ought to) and finally finding myself more independent (so this must have been shortly after I'd graduated from high school) I discovered that I was standing in a wide world where I'd never even bothered to look past the walls of the buildings where I slept and learned and ate. In my small way I began to fantasize about how wonderful it would be to pick up and move away, to truly live. At this period my best option was just walking down to the park and marveling at the Columbia River, but like Don Quixote making giants out of windmills I carved my own story-line out of the wild desert landscape.
But every Don Quixote must have his Sancho Panza. What really turns a good adventure bright is a faithful companion. No doubt in the writing of this song I envisioned someone entirely unlike Sancho, most likely a girl of course. But never mind. The point is that while an adventure of one's own is thrilling, to be able to share something like that with someone special seems to really be what life is made of.




There's magic in these moments so keep your eyes wide open.
You will never have a second chance to be a witness to this second.
This town where I was born and raised fades into lights among the hills and the highways,
the rills and the byways.

So won't you take this chance? Won't you take the fall?
Won't you give up everything you've always been terrified to death of losing?
Because our bags are packed, our tickets paid, and everything has been arranged.
Now I am only waiting for you to say, "Take me away."

There's mystery all around us.
I think that God has found us.*
If I thought it was our victory that would invalidate the mystery.
No, I was searching in the darkest depths for something I was trying to get
but something took a hold of me in a flash of brilliant lightning.

Someone's in the rain...

Won't you take the chance won't you give up everything?
You've been terrified.
Our bags are packed tickets paid and everything has been arranged.
Now I am only waiting for you to say "Take me away."


*I should point out that this is a statement that I've heard a lot of different people say something similar too. I believe we have all stolen it from C.S. Lewis, at least I know I did. The point is that we often think that it's entirely up to us to find God out by looking in the right places. Hogwash. C.S. Lewis has said that perhaps what matters is not that we find God but that God find us.


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