Lyrical Magic #1

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin' off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
(What young adult hasn't woken up feeling like this, like they just have to get out of the town/city they live in because life is waiting for them somewhere else and their current abode holds no hope or opportunities for them.)
Steady hands, just take the wheel
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead - This lyric is poignant on a very spiritual level for me, because often when I think about how spiritually decrepit I am, I get challenged to return to the basics and start over again.


Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
(The realization that all of the frivolous activity we are use to engaging in during our lives may not be moving us towards the realization of our ideal self or life goals, that despite the hecticness we are standing still.)
Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
(I love those two lines because I can just picture someone having a conversation and their friend reassuring them they are okay and overanalyzing their lives, but he sticks to his guns and says "No, when I look at myself, I am someone that I cannot be, I cannot allow my life to go on in such a manner.")
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not 'there'
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see?

(Then after making that painful and difficult realization about himself, the singer turns to the listener and calls out the American/Western love of the exotic and "the green grass on the other side of the fence" mentality that if we were somewhere else that our lives would be remarkable and miraculous, and that when it's not that we cry out "injustice!" and complain about life being unfair, but would a fair life really be good for us?)

They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push
Untie the weight bags, Some never thought I could
Steady feet, don't fail me now
Gonna run till you can't walk
Something pulls my focus out
And I'm standing down
(The singer has made some progress in living better and more truthfully, and he is pushing himself to new limits and asking himself not to give up now that there is some progress towards fullness and goodness, but he gets distracted by something and stops in the midst of moving towards awesomeness.)

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not 'there'
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need...


Oh, do you see what I see?
(So another questioning of the fast pace-get nowhere lifestyle, and the song ends asking the listener if they are catching onto this reality that the singer has stumbled upon.)


I really like songs that are introspective such as this one.
I think the reason why it's such a hit on pop radio is because it speaks to people across generational gaps, but definitely to twenty&thirty-somethings.

p.s.- Sorry this entry took so long, I'm a lazy blogger.