Behind the Song
My last song had an “oooooh” for a chorus.
Well, I can top that: today’s song doesn’t even have a chorus.
I was listening to a Joe Pug song — can’t recall which one — just before setting out on my walk. As I walked, I began riffing on his song’s melody and came up with something that sounded good to me, and, I think, different.
I also heard these words: “at his funeral, it was standing room only, though in life he was lonely, as often as not.”
Those words built a picture of a person in my head, a father, husband, man who kept to himself — the quiet type — but who spread a lot of love in the world.
At his funeral it was standing room only though in life he was lonely as often as not There was a long line of strangers who spoke up his widow got choked up as their stories grew all the lives that his kindness had touched so much she never knew A loving heart, clothed in a word of a good deed you heard can pull you apart like energy, it's never destroyed, it's passed and enjoyed even though you never know where it'll go like a discarded seed it may sprout at need when you're low it may show He'd been a salesman bringing brushes and mops to the bustling shops through the sprawl At the day's end he'd hang up his tie take the kids for a ride to the mall though he'd spent most his day on the road he never complained at all Though he never shared all the love that he felt how his heart would melt at their smiles His steady hand as they learned to ride and later to drive through the town when they looked he was always around to share their new thrill show off a new skill and be crowned he was around In his living room it was standing room only and no one was lonely that day As they broke bread the smiles through their tears made rainbows appear in their hearts a promise that when it all falls apart we can make a new start.