A Bic Runga Concert - cont'd

It was so beautiful.

You just had to have been there... to just listen to her.
Her voice is just so evocative.
The music and the words serve to bring up your glories and happiness.
Her voice... so able to allow cognizance of sadness repressed.

You just suddenly get lost inside her music.
I never really paid much attention to anything else around me.



And then, she had sung...

She left on a Monday
by Bic Runga

Go to her foolish man
What's the use of having pride if you don't have her?
She'll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her

I am a foolish, foolish man.
If I had swallowed my pride.
Maybe, I would still... just have Leanne with me.

What's the use of having pride, if I don't have her?

But the fires are now ashes.
And, the ashes have been blown wide by the four winds.

She left on a Monday
She's a siren down the road
In your herringbone overcoat
That you don't expect to get back

Now, that I think about it.
There are many empty hangers in my closet.
Clothes that I had left over at her place.
There are books, magazines, comics and music that I will never see again.

I have conceded these items to my past.

But, the item of greatest value that I have missing,

...is a piece of my heart that I will never get back.

I just never expect to get it back.

And nothing's wrong
But it's already Sunday
And you know just how Sunday
Was the day that she would come around?

My weekends used to be spent in bed with her.
Waking up to her smile.
Having late lunches and watching later movies.
Driving her around in my car.
Falling asleep with her in my arms.

Sundays?
She will never come around.

It's all like sinking
You're trying to stay afloat
Like a wind blown paper boat
Over uncharted sea

I remember sinking...
A whole year and then some, of just walking through life.
I never really remember much of that time.
Food never tasted of much.
Sleep was just dreamless.

Colours seemed muted.
Music just sounded so very depressing.

Life was just uninteresting...

There's no question why
You're driving to kill some time
Racing the power lines
Back into town

Never was really any question why? I just drove and drove to pass the time.
I am well aquainted with the Monash Freeway.
*smiles*
I had racked up a great many fines.

I never go around Doncaster unless I really need to.
I despise the South Eastern Freeway.
Why?
'cause I remember the Doncaster exit...
At what speeds I can take those turns.
At what revs my engine needs to be at.
At what gear I need to run up those rolling roads.



You just want to run...
You just need to run as far and wide away as you can.

You never want to return to yourself.

Go to her foolish man
What's the use of having pride if you don't have her?
She'll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her