Stars in the Sky

like a red balloon, flying away into the sky
like a glass of wine, celebrating... need I justify why?
like a giant white duvet, comforting and warming my dreaming
like a hot cup of creamy coffee, wishing me good morning

pull me back down, don't let me get lost
remind me why we're making a toast
push me to live, to embrace what's real
tell me each day will help me heal

it's you who looked me straight in the eye
and pointed at the stars in the sky
"it's not there you'll find the reasons why,
it's here, it's now, it's you and I."

I looked straight up at the stars in the sky
and tried so hard not to ask why
I know somehow that these tears I cry
have something to do with you and I

like a red balloon, flying away into the sky
like a glass of wine, celebrating... need I justify why?
like a giant white duvet, comforting and warming my dreaming
like a hot cup of creamy coffee, wishing me good morning

it's not there I'll find the reasons why
it's here, it's now, it's you and I.

Despite Everything...

I believe in love.

Looking back on just the couple of years that have gone by, I realise that I've changed into a different person. A more rational one, possibly. A more realistic one, maybe... Or just a more grown up one, perhaps.

Maybe I'm still the same person... with just a little more knowledge on the wonderful realm of business, a little more stories of heartbreak to tell (or to keep to myself), a little better formed opinions about the world surrounding me... That way, baggage don't have to be baggage. Baggage become lessons. Lessons well learned. Lessons that allow me to become more brave, more wise... and more happy.

These lessons have left me more disapointed, more bitter maybe, or even more confused. Afterall, it seems like the more you know, the less you are sure about it all. The more possibilities, the more confusion.

But these lessons have also challenged me to remember who I am and what I stand for, despite everything... Stragely enough, these lessons have encouraged me to believe the things I believe in with even more audacity.

It's been months since since I've said.. I believe in love. And yet, it is the foundation of everything I believe in. Love.

Yes, I believe in love.

Wasting Time

i'm just a waste of her energy
and she's just wasting my time
so why don't we get together
and we could waste everything tonight
and we could waste
and we could waste it all tonight

i don't pretend to know what you know
now please don't pretend to know what's on my mind
if we already knew everything that everybody knows
we would have nothing to learn tonight
and we would have nothing to show tonight

but everybody thinks that everybody knows
about everybody else but nobody knows
anything about themselves,
because they're all worried about everybody else

love is just a waste of our energy
and life is just a waste of our time
so why dont we get together
and we could waste everything tonight
and we could waste
and we could waste it all

but everybody thinks that everybody knows
about everybody else but nobody knows
anything about themselves
because they're all worried about everybody else

--Johnson/Topol/Podlewski (sung by Jack Johnson)

Traffic in the Sky

there's traffic in the sky
and it doesn't seem to be getting much better
there's kids playing games on the pavement
drawing waves on the pavement
shadows of the planes on the pavement
it's enough to make me cry
but that don't seem like it would make it feel better
maybe it's a dream and if i scream
it will burst at the seams
this whole place will fall into pieces
and then they'd say

well how could we have known?
i'll tell them it's not so hard to tell
if you keep adding stones
soon the water will be lost in the well

puzzle pieces in the ground
but no one ever seems to be digging instead they're looking up towards the heavens
with their eyes on the heavens
there are shadows on the way to the heavens
it's enough to make me cry
but that don't seem like it would make it feel better
the answers could be found
we could learn from digging down
but no one ever seems to be digging
instead they'll say

words of wisdom all around
but no one ever seems to listen
theyre talking about their plans on the paper
building up from the pavement
there are shadows from the scrapers on the pavement
its enough to make me sigh
but that dont seem like it would make it feel better
the words are all around
but the words are only sounds
and no one ever seems to listen
instead they'll say

--Jack Johnson