Friday, July 30, 2010

Yonder Blue...

Once again, Christine Lavin comes to the rescue in describing how I feel... the boy isn't really in exotic locations, just Idaho... And I'm not in Vancouver, or anywhere with palm trees. But next week I'll descend from the West, he'll descend from the East, and it will be our year! I can't wait, and might even use the phrase "hey stranger... over here." 


Yonder  Blue
Christine Lavin


I see on the news, it's raining in London
Forty-six degrees
I hope you packed your raincoat darlin'
A scarf to protect you from the... chilly bre-ee-ee-eze
I'm lookin' at the balmy Pacific
A kickline of palm trees 
Oh you're in London... it's raining... forty-six degrees.

I read in the paper, it's foggy in Paris
The forecast is scattered showers
I picture you standing in a light drizzle
At the base of the Eiffel Tower
I am due to arrive in Vancouver in about
A couple of hours
Oh you're in Paris... it's foggy... expecting scattered showers.

Half a world away are we
I worry about you constantly
Are you dry?
Are you warm?
Are you safe from the storm?
Are you taking your vitamins reg-u-lar-ly?
I tried all I've got to be with you
That's something... you have not asked me to do
So I travel around, I've barely touched down
When you... call from Yonder Blue.

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They Pilot says it's... warm and sunny in New York
Skies are crystal clear
I'm descending from the West
You're descending from the East
Please let this be our year
I can't wait, to see your face
Hold your sweet body near
Oh it's warm and it's sunny in New York City
Skies are crystal Clea-ea-ar
The future looks rosy
Let's get cozy
Hey Stranger... over here.

2 comments:

  1. I really like this post and I really love that song. It's almost as good as Shopping Cart Love. :-)

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  2. Alas, Shopping cart love has never fit me and my situation... as much as I would love to meet a man in a tweed suit, a bow tie, with the bluest green eyes... I'm just not sure it's going to happen on the eve of my being deserted by my fiancée with my roommate who stole my favorite sweater, my stereo, and my car, while standing in the express lane with 13 items rather than 10. It just seems like a lot of factors would have to line up perfectly for that to fly... you know?

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