We all have those nights
Nothing's right and the world spins left
And all that's left is a silly street corner and
Silly garder snakes slipping and quickening
Along the Stanley Park pathways of ten years ago.
And I wonder tonight if it's me that's not right
Or if luck simply left me for a moment or two
I feel blue- blue like a blueberry left for too long
Or that song about not being green- and I know
He's not meaning to hurt, and this song
It's something no one sing's along to, but everyone
Knows the words to. And everyone cries to
Sometimes, when rhymes seem forced;
When life strips the sun from the spring
And that funny show you watch seems too far away
And you sway to the beats, even as you feel…
Cheated somehow. Your head hurts, and behind
Your lookers, hot salt cooks and waits
And you make yourself feel strong by holding
The sodium in as you watch another young girl
Climb the podium and hold him high above her.
I'm having one of those nights
Nothing's left, even if the world spins right
And I'm standing, silly, on this street corner,
And I'm slipping and quickening my pace
And I want to lay my hand on ten years ago
Because at ten years old, I was always right,
And I'd know that my luck hadn't left forever.
The weather will grow blue and
The blueberries will bloom again.