Greg Adkins made me and my wife cry on Saturday morning. In all actuality, it was probably my fault. But I blame Greg.
If you are not familiar with Greg's music, you should be. He has a website, and is on myspace and virb and...
Okay. Enough hyperlinks.
I had been listening to Greg's CD "Chase the Western Sky" last week in the car. Saturday morning, as Betsy and I got ready to drive across town to Leadership Community, his CD was still in the CD player. I turned it down a little and pulled out.
Betsy and I chatted away as usual, with the Greg playing in the background. As I merged on to I-40, I heard the beginning of one of my favorite of Greg's songs...so I said, "Shhh" and turned it up.
Oops.
The song is titled "The End of You and Me". Greg wrote it when his wife was about as far along in her pregnancy as Betsy is now. Here are the lyrics...
"In the blackness of a January morning
We bundle in our winter coats and drive
To the place… that’s been prepared
Nervous hands gripping on the steering wheel
Cumberland is just a few more miles
In a minute we’ll be there
This is not the way I thought it would be
The end of you and me
Goodbye to the holly wood ending
Kissing in the twilight in the rain
And we can’t hold back the tears
Instead we stumble our way through revolving doors
And have to sit forever in the waiting room
Well at least our families are here
This is not the way I thought it would be
The end of you and me
Everything we’ve known is over now
Everything we’ve come to love will change
The way that we have been has vanished like the wind
It can never be just you and me again
On the way back home I’ll drive under the speed limit
We’ll turn around at every single stop sign
Just to see if he’s still there
And this is better than I though it would be
The end of you and me"
As I said, Betsy and I were in tears by the end of the song. I blamed Greg. Betsy blamed me. Either way, we had to take the long way to Leadership Community and try to compose ourselves, so as not to look like we'd been fighting or had just received news of someone's death.
I knew that this whole pregnancy thing made women over-emotional. I guess I didn't realize that it did the same to us guys.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
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21 comments:
teary eyed right now. still cursing greg adkin's name.
greg's music must just have that affect on people. i still remember how emotional i got the first time listening to "talkin monster burger blues". had to stop for a couple of big macs just to regain composure.
Four years later, horomones somewhat back in tact, still tear up EVERY TIME I hear it!
you're a stinkin' wuss. :)
Babies taste like chicken. I'm serious too. There were explorers that once asked cannibals what human flesh tasted like and they said 'chicken.' So, therefore, babies taste like chicken.
Has... nothing to do with your post, I know. But, nonetheless, a little fun fact for you. Your baby will taste like chicken.
And...
things just got weird.
so are you classifying yourself as a man?
hope you and betsy are doing great.
peace-
Joey
ZING...from the brother.
BOO-yah!
Seriously though, I know how you feel. I get the same way when I hear you play, "You Still."
you better watch it jake.
joey...i'm no where near the man you are.
and michael...you have effectively ruled yourself out as a potential babysitter.
and i also wanted to say to jake...maybe you feel that way when you hear "i still" because you know what it was like to make out with her, too. just sayin...
I don't even know what the heck you guys are talking about and I still gotta say "oh snap! no you di'int" to that.
that just happened. my wife just went there. unbelievable.
i don't know either, greg, but i think i may have just put two and two (or one and one) together, and i'm laughing my ass off.
Are we talking about the cheerleader now? Wasn't she in high school at the time?
That's the great thing about high schoolers. I keep getting older, they stay the same age.
Wow Bill... post some of my song lyrics and watch your comments go immediately into the crapper. This is awesome.
yeah, this is why i questioned you blogging about something that was so sweet between the two of us. another good reason for listening to your wife.
speaking of crapper....those two big macs i ate earlier in this comment section are tearing me up.
...baby back ribs. That's all I'm saying.
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