Wednesday, November 03, 2004
40 Miles from Denver
It's a cold, cold moon out tonight
and it's a cold, cold point on your knife
could i call myself a man if i left by the morning light
and i'd be 40 miles from denver
when you woke up all alone
i'd be 40 miles from denver
and three days from my home
in that cool mountain air
on an appalachian trail
oh, life is better there
it's a lonely road to travel on
but i've stood waiting much too long
and i'd rather leave this minute than try to carry on
and i'd be 40 miles from denver
headed eastbound on the track
i'd 40 miles from denver
and trying to get back
to that cool mountain air
on an appalachian trail
oh, life is better there
-YMSB
This song took a personal meaning the very first time that I heard it. It was my first YMSB show ever, and it was even the song they opened with. I immeadiately knew this was a song that I deeply related too. Now it seems every day that I feel more lonely and tired of waiting. Waiting for what? To not be lonely? For something to happen? What? I have no idea. I feel the appeal of the mountain air, the trail, the peace, the silence, and simplicity. The question still remains. Could I call myself a man if I left? Not yet.
and it's a cold, cold point on your knife
could i call myself a man if i left by the morning light
and i'd be 40 miles from denver
when you woke up all alone
i'd be 40 miles from denver
and three days from my home
in that cool mountain air
on an appalachian trail
oh, life is better there
it's a lonely road to travel on
but i've stood waiting much too long
and i'd rather leave this minute than try to carry on
and i'd be 40 miles from denver
headed eastbound on the track
i'd 40 miles from denver
and trying to get back
to that cool mountain air
on an appalachian trail
oh, life is better there
-YMSB
This song took a personal meaning the very first time that I heard it. It was my first YMSB show ever, and it was even the song they opened with. I immeadiately knew this was a song that I deeply related too. Now it seems every day that I feel more lonely and tired of waiting. Waiting for what? To not be lonely? For something to happen? What? I have no idea. I feel the appeal of the mountain air, the trail, the peace, the silence, and simplicity. The question still remains. Could I call myself a man if I left? Not yet.
// posted by Justin @ 7:18 AM 
