Cruising down Wooster Road,
headed home
10,000 Maniacs best of
+ rarities, oddities on my CD player
Natalie belting out To
Sir With Love
Chord changes that are
impossible to follow
The flight pattern of
an elusive bird
So beautiful, the
voice, the words, the puzzle of tune
Second verse, a guest
singer
Oh God, it’s Michael
Stipe, frickin perfect!
A big, fat sax break in
the middle
The two join each other
for the final chorus
I am singing along,
screeching, unable to reach
That high, a few tears
gather at the corners of my eyes
Aloft on this song
Lights of Lakewood loom
ahead
I want to hold this
feeling in a frame
Instead, it is slowly
escaping
My blissful, broken
heart
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