Bob Franke ©1983 Telephone Pole Music (BMI)
Vocal – Lui
Dulcimers – Leo Kretzner
Synthesizer – John Cunningham
Every time I sing this song I learn something new about the song and about myself.
Death took the husband of a neighbor of mine
on a highway with a drunk at the wheel.
She told me keep your clean hands off the laundry he left,
and don’t tell me you know how I feel.
She had a tape that he’d sent her from a Holiday Inn,
and she never played it much in the day
but when I heard him say I love you through the window at night
I just stayed the hell away.
(Chorus 1 and 2)
There’s a hole in the middle of the prettiest life, so the lawyers and the prophets say
Not your father nor your mother nor your lover’s gonna ever make it go away.
And there’s too much darkness in an endless night to be afraid of the way we feel.
Let’s be kind to each other, not forever but for real.
My father never put his parachute on in the Pacific back in World War II.
He said he’d rather go down in familiar flames than get lost in that endless blue.
Well some of that blue got into my eyes, and we never stopped fighting that war
until I first understood about endlessness, and I loved him like never before.
(Repeat first chorus)
It’s lucky my daughter got her father’s nose and just a little of her mother’s eyes.
And we’ve got just enough love that when the longing takes me, it takes me by surprise.
And I remember that longing from my highway days, though I never could give it a name.
It’s lucky I discovered in the nick of time that the man and the child aren’t to blame
For the hole in the middle of a pretty good life, I only face it ’cause it’s here to stay
Not my father nor my mother nor my daughter nor my lover nor the highway made it go away.
And there’s too much darkness in an endless night to be ashamed of the way I feel.
I’ll be kind to my loved ones, not forever but for real.
Some say God is a lover, some say it’s an endless void
Some say both, and some say she’s angry and some say he’s just annoyed.
But if God felt a hammer in the palm of his hand, then God knows the way we feel.
And love last forever, forever and for real.
Love lasts forever…