Half of the Time We're Gone
"half of the time we're gone
but we don't know where
and we don't know where ...
here I am
the only living girl in New York ..."
Often at this time of the year, I'll see people wishing each-other a "Happy NY", and the Empire State gal in me always reads it as "Happy New York" and begins feeling sentimental for the place I called home the first 20-some years of my life. I was a pretty quiet kid, spending many hours all by my lonesome with my parents' modest but cherished record collection. Simon & Garfunkel were beloved to my dad, and this song was my favorite; its solitary yet uplifting lyrics made me feel a little more hopeful, and a little less lonely. As I get older, the holidays start to lose their magic, and I find myself feeling a bit blue and nostalgic for times past. But home is where the heart is, right? And memories are a wonderful thing. I hope you're all having a very Happy NY. :) ♥
🎧 Sounds: www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1zOj7V95sk