There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.
Part heaven, part space, or have I found my place?
You can just visit, but I plan to stay.
I’m going to go back there someday.
I’m going to go back there someday.
Gonzo, “I’m Going to Go Back There Someday”
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This song has stayed with me over the last few weeks; I came across it while creating a lullaby CD for NE’s littles. Like all mixes, I listen to the playlist several times, removing a song here, adding another.
And this song, the one sung by a purple muppet sitting at a campfire, gets to me. Every time I hear it.
Sitting in the lobby of a small hotel in Bruges, I think of my friends. The close ones, the ones that mean something to me, that help define my life. The old friends I have met.
And the others I have yet to see.
That song has always haunted me also. Sigh…