I particularly adore the image of her wishing the gas station lights would snuff out so she could walk home "by moonlight, alone." I was on a similar walk last night, wishing for a little darkness, a little privacy.
My mother died last year; Dad and I both had someone we best liked to talk about it with, someone who understood better than anyone what we were going through. This month my friend moved away, and his died, and now the holes in our hearts are hollowed out again, glazed over so nothing new seems to stick there. It's strange how well these lyrics can suit any sort of loss, any kind of mourning.
I particularly adore the image of her wishing the gas station lights would snuff out so she could walk home "by moonlight, alone." I was on a similar walk last night, wishing for a little darkness, a little privacy.
My mother died last year; Dad and I both had someone we best liked to talk about it with, someone who understood better than anyone what we were going through. This month my friend moved away, and his died, and now the holes in our hearts are hollowed out again, glazed over so nothing new seems to stick there. It's strange how well these lyrics can suit any sort of loss, any kind of mourning.