‘You’ve got a fast car
I’ve got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I’d always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me’d find it
I got no plans and I ain’t going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
Say remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speeds so fast it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You’ve got a fast car
Is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way’
I feel a lot like this lately. Nothing to do with Frank, just circumstances. Youthful dreams that got lost somewhere. And somewhere you wonder if you got lost, too, or if it’ll always be that no matter how much you hope, and fight, and keep going, you still end up with not a lot more than you began with. Just another year older. And a lot less than (seemingly) those around you. You don’t want to keep asking ‘why’ because you’re tired of asking why. So you just pick yourself up and get on with it. Sometimes, when you let your guard down, you ask ‘why did life pass me by?’ But that only leads to pain, and self-pity is not really your style.
Ho hum. Life goes on. Thankful for a wonderful husband, and beautiful children.