My mind travels really fast sometimes. Not when I'm researching a tax issue or explaining something to my boss, but when I'm driving or shopping or cooking or walking through the office, it skips all around into all of these layers without completing any threads. Sometimes during conversations, four different retorts, jokes, or answers pop into my mind. And not just what I could say, but also how I think the conversation will turn from there going two or three degrees out. Silences during conversations are even worse. And sometimes, it's exhausting.
But when I run, I can get out of my head. I just load my running mix to my shuffle, and then I go. And I can finally think about what I want to think about, and I can push everything else away.
dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum and the bass keeps runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin'...
One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
...a flat in London, exposed brick on one side, baby grand in the corner, sheet music spread all over the piano with pencil marks...and Moonlight Sonata in the background and tea...of course there'd be tea...and an unbound manuscript on the cracked leather couch....
this is a song about the everyday occurrences that makes me feel like letting go
One two three four. One two three four.
...a life regret? I probably should have tried harder, just made it work...at least go big or go home...well, go home I guess...but I'm not even sure I could do that again...not without a lot of embarrassing moments...
the horses are coming so you'd...better...ru-uh-un!
...title of "better than pecan pie"...ehh..."I could explain this, but I think I'll just pass over it instead"...with a wink...
...and three people stopped at our table to tell us it sounded like we were having a good time...
..."It sure was nice meeting you, Nancy" and she still didn't leave!...
come on way we do it...HHA!
one two three four one two three four
...that spot on your thigh is going away as we speak...but who are you speaking to, Angela?...keep going...
so I'm steppin' to ya, skip the how ya doin', grab your hand and pull you closer to me, yeah
...man, she looks hot in this video...
...Wave to Britni...Is that Britni? I hope that's Britni...I'll text her when I get home...
Only 18:42?? Ahh, c'mon!
...at the kitchen counter, but of course I'd be so nervous since I don't sing in front of people really...which does not make any sense at all since I was in choir all of those years! With solos!...
oh oh ohhh ohh...I just came to paaaar-tehhhh
one two three four one two three four
...I'm not yet, but I will be...
"There was this one girl...she was blond, petite. She smelled of marshmallows and promises." "Promises?! That's the name of my perfume!" "You'd rather be spelunking?" "No! I'd rather be...strapped down on an anthill! Man, you've really lost it...I'll consider it."
he takes off her dress now, letting me go-o-o-o-o
Is that 2.2 or 2.6? What's my time? YES! 2.6! Let's go!
Last one, where's OutKast?
So now we're sittin' in a drop top soakin' wet! In a silk suit tryin' not to sweat! Did somersaults without the net! But this'll be the year that we don't forget! Wah nahhh nah nahhh...
onetwothreefour onetwothreefour c'mon onetwothreefour onetwothreefour
And done.
