Wonderfully Simple

Saturday, August 02, 2008
Continue

Matriculation fair ended yesterday, and I find myself helping out at SoC's orientation week now. Sometimes I do wonder why I bother so much.

Well, I'm gonna be busy till school starts, and then the real work will begin after a brief lull. Through all this, I hope I can keep to my promises to others and to myself.

Drops of Jupiter - Train

Now that she's back in that atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there is time to change
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

But, tell me, did you fall from a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there is room to grow

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land


But, tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had, and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

But, tell me, did you fall from a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself, out there