One kind of love for the way he loved me, and one for the way he left me. Still, there was a time when he called me angel. I remember that. Circling around my mind tonight is the song that first was ours:
There I was with the old man
Stranded again so off I'd ran
A young world crashing around me
No possibilities of getting what I need
He looked at me and smiled
Said "No, no, no, no, no child.
See the dog and butterfly.
Up in the air he liked to fly."
Dog and butterfly
Below she had to try.
She rolled back down
To the warm soft ground, laughing
She don't know why, she don't know why
Dog and butterfly
Well I stumbled upon your secret place
Safe in the trees you had tears on your face
Wrestling with your desires, frozen strangers
Stealing your fires.
The message hit my mind
Only words that I could find
See the dog and butterfly
Up in the air he liked to fly
Dog and butterfly,
below she had to try
She rolled back down to the warm soft ground
Laughing to the sky, up to the sky
Dog and butterfly
We're getting older, the world's getting colder
For the life of me I don't know the reason why
Maybe it's livin' making us give in
Hearts rolling in
taken back on the tide
We're balanced together ocean upon the sky
Another night in this strange town
Moonlight holding me light as down
Voice of confusion inside of me
Just begging to go back where I'm free
Feels like I'm through
Then the old man's words are true
See the dog and butterfly
Up in the air he liked to fly
Dog and butterfly,
below she had to try
She rolled back down to the warm soft
Ground with a little tear in her eye
She had to try, she had to try
Dog and butterfly
The lyrics are from Heart. The year was 1978. He called me angel. I wondered then where in the world he came from and where he was headed. I'm still not sure the answers, but I'll never forget the questions. And really, not knowing, that's okay.
2 comments:
Alison, I wasn't into most of the music of the 70's, and don't know this one. I do like the way music can lift us up - or, if we choose, help keep us melancholy. I like the way it makes me feel, and the way it makes me think.
im glad you told us who it was because i recognized it but it was bugging me to no end.
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