I absolutely love this song. Reminds me of being at college while my ex went to prom with someone else. It's a good example of story telling in a song, because he moves from different moments in this relationship. The beginning is the great part "In the tired spaces You could hear her name" is a really great line about loving someone so much you hear their name even in silence. Then the second verse is it falling apart a little slow, it's like the guy can actually see it happening. Then the third verse which I think is the most amazing stuff Rob has written because it says something very strong that only the love-lost can really understand Feel the Sun warming up your secondhand heart Light swimming right across your face You think Maybe someday Maybe someday" The guy goes through all this depression and anger and bitterness, the one day he's out walking and it comes to him. Maybe it was the difference between what he needs and what he wants to be. He realizes that there's a second chance, that there are second-hand hearts out there. A lot of them. I always want to tear up at "maybe someday, yeah maybe someday" because it's such a powerful psuedo-hopeful outlook. Maybe there's hope after all.
I absolutely love this song. Reminds me of being at college while my ex went to prom with someone else. It's a good example of story telling in a song, because he moves from different moments in this relationship. The beginning is the great part "In the tired spaces You could hear her name" is a really great line about loving someone so much you hear their name even in silence. Then the second verse is it falling apart a little slow, it's like the guy can actually see it happening. Then the third verse which I think is the most amazing stuff Rob has written because it says something very strong that only the love-lost can really understand Feel the Sun warming up your secondhand heart Light swimming right across your face You think Maybe someday Maybe someday" The guy goes through all this depression and anger and bitterness, the one day he's out walking and it comes to him. Maybe it was the difference between what he needs and what he wants to be. He realizes that there's a second chance, that there are second-hand hearts out there. A lot of them. I always want to tear up at "maybe someday, yeah maybe someday" because it's such a powerful psuedo-hopeful outlook. Maybe there's hope after all.