barbara

“Thursday” ©barbara, FAWM2014, Feb 2014

Lyrics:

the last day things were normal was a Thursday
and now we’ve had four Thursdays in a row
I guess this is the normal to get used to
the weeks will keep on flying even so

Friday was a dropping out of orbit
a splashdown to reality long due
but both of us went under and I lost you
now I’m solo, treading water in the blue

the way I’m counting
is in base seven
we’re up to 40
the weeks are batches I can do
and soon the months..
and then the years..
but I’ll stop counting (somewhere in there) by ‘you’

today is Thursday; it’s dress rehearsal,
for a weekend that has room for feeling blue
but I’ll be listening for sweeter sounds than heartache
such as balance, and dignity, and something that is true

I’ve been drowning
in base seven
call off the rescue
I may swim before I’m through
bring on the months
bring on the years
so I’ll stop counting the days that pass by ‘you’