On the way back from
Tennessee,
James put
REM in the player. It had been a long time and I kept expecting this song to be next. Then, there it was,
words and words and words, and the important part in between.
Time I had some time alone.
We were a rocket in the dark. I looked out but could not see the trees we were leaving behind. The top was down and I huddled into my jacket. So many words in that song, so fast fast crammed in, so much to say they had to leave out the syntax to fit everything in. I think I was the inverse of that.
Time I had some time, and I feel fine.