An Ordinary Love


This is an ordinary love
The kind where I meet you
By sending words into the vacuum
Bounced by cables and by satellites
And it's an ordinary day
With rain upon the window
And every sound's an echo
Of the music of your voice

We live our ordinary lives
The kind where we connect
In little traces in the daytime
Then we burn the phone lines late at night
We speak in ordinary words
And we don't neglect the details
And every story that you tell me
I just want to hear again

Bridge
Time, pass by
Tears, fall down
Fingers, fly
Voices, sound
You are here
We're apart
Still we play
The music in our hearts

I am an ordinary girl
The kind who dreams in pictures
About your ordinary fingers
And their practiced paths across the strings
And you're an ordinary man
With hope stuffed in your pockets
Against the rising walls of loneliness
You whistle and you sing

Instrumental verse; repeat bridge.

This is an ordinary love
The kind where I meet you
By sending words into the vacuum
Bounced by cables and by satellites
And it's an ordinary day
With rain upon the window
And every sound's an echo
Of the music of your voice

This is another recent song, finished on March 30, 2002. It's about something new in my life, I guess you could say. And songwriting is at least as much the land of possibility as poetry, isn't it? It's certainly a fairer house than prose. Sure, it's sappy. But it's not really an ordinary love.

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