Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Traveling Down This Road . . .




Sky Fits Heaven

Sky fits heaven to fly it
That's what the prophet said to me
Child fits mother so hold your baby tight
That's what my future could see
Traveling down this road
Watching the signs as I go
I think I'll follow the sun
Isn't everyone just
Traveling down their own road
Watching the signs as they go
Fate fits karma so use it
That's what the wise man said to me
Love fits virtue so hold on to the light
That's what our future will be
Traveling down this road
Watching the signs as I go
I think I'll follow the sun
Isn't everyone just
Traveling down their own road
Watching the signs as they go
I think I'll follow my heart
It's a very good place to start
Traveling down my own road
Watching the signs as they go
Traveling
Traveling
Watching the signs as they go
Hand fits giving so do it
That's what the gospel said to me
Life fits living so let your judgements go
That's how our future should be

I left work and started to walk home.

A quarter of the way home I decided I no longer wanted to walk home and hopped on the first bus that pulled up.

I thought I knew where the bus was going.

The bus however turned the corner and went in the opposite direction.

In a deja vu moment I realized I had made this same mistake about three years ago.

I got off the bus and walked the rest of the way home.

My brain works in song lyrics. Memories are connected to whatever song was playing at the time of the event. So usually when I am thinking about something, it is coming to me in the form of a song. That is why each blog entry has a song link at that end.

So as I walked through the Broadway Tunnel my brain was singing ..."I'm traveling down this road watching the signs as I go I think I'll follow the sun..."

In this case, the sun was the yellow tiled tunnel with the light at the end.

The Song Of The Day - Sky Fits Heaven by Madonna

1 comment:

  1. well i enjoyed the song. wow, i like how your brain works. that could be uplifting or helpful to get us through the travels that we must take. a song in your head, that's nice. can't hurt.
    love, mom

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