Well, this is certainly depressing but is no way indicative of my mood on this sunny early evening:
Oh, yeahThe song isn't indicative of our mood at all, coz today is a welcome break from the maelstrom. We ARE taking advantage by spending the better part of three hours outdoors on the verandah, catching up on our reading while incrementally reducing the contents of both fridge and humidor. Nope, the song was popular in my recent past and still rings a couple of wistful bells, even today... kinda like the tolling of a single bell over a windswept Yorkshire moor in winter. Ah... we're not very good at constructing metaphors, are we?
It’s easy to forget, yeah
When you choke on the regrets, yeah
Who the hell did I think I was?
And stranger than your sympathy
And all these thoughts you stole from me
And I’m not sure where I belong
And no where’s home and no more wrong