"Music is probably the only real magic I have encountered in my life. There's not some trick involved with it. It's pure and it's real. It moves, it heals, it communicates and does all these incredible things." - Tom Petty
"Baby time meant nothin' anything seemed real. Yeah, you could kiss like fire and you made me feel like every word you said was meant to be.
It couldn't have been that easy to forget about me."
Time meant everything, time stood still. Everything was vivid, everything was real. The words that were said were meant to be. They meant much less to you than they ever did to me. There are pages etched forever of the chapters just turned past. The kindness of the memories, forever will those last. The here and the now, I guess is how it's meant to be. I'll learn to forget you, just as you've forgotten me.
"I was talkin' with a friend of mine.
Said a woman had hurt his pride.
Told that she loved him so and turned around and let him go.
Then he said, "You better watch your step, or you're gonna get hurt yourself. Someone's gonna tell you lies, cut you down a size."
The pride's the first to take a blow. It breaks us down, we feel so low. Before we blink we've lost it all. We played our hand, we missed the call. Watch your step, be blind to lies. You'll never be cut down a size.
"Oh baby don't it feel like heaven right now, don't it feel like something from a dream?
Yeah, I've never known nothing quite like this...
Don't it feel like tonight might never be again?
Baby we know better than to try to pretend.
No one... coulda ever told me 'bout this.
I said yeah, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
The waiting is the hardest part.
Every day you see one more card.
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart.
The waiting is the hardest part."
Heaven and dreams are intertwined, they're our lives' subconscious, endless time. Nothing was quite like that before...
Pretending closed so many doors.
The waiting was the easy part.
A goal was set for a path to start.
One played spades, the other an ace.
Faith filled so much empty space.
A lover loves, a dreamer dreams. It all fills the heart 'til it busts at the seams.
"Stop walking down my street...
Who do you expect to meet?
Whatever you're looking for...
Hey? Don't come around here no more." Being real is truly rare. There's too much love, there's too much care. You met exactly who you saw. You ran so fast, you took a fall.
What did you want? Why were you here? Too many doubts, way too much fear.
Whatever it is you're looking for? You threw it away when you closed the door.
"Got my own way of praying...
but every one's begun...
with a southern accent... where I come from."
My prayers are strong, they guide my way. There's nothing I'm ashamed to say. With a slight southern twang, they're loud and clear, and how they're meant to reach God's ear.
"I'm watching the water.
Watching the coast.
Suddenly I know what I want the most.
And I want to tell you...
Still I hold back...
I need some time...to get my life on track.
I know so well the look on your face and there's something lucky about this place.
There's something good coming just over the hill.
There's something good coming, I know it will."
I've sat by the ocean and searched my soul. I've held on tight and I've also let go.
I've watched the waves wash to the coast. The peace it brings...I love the most.
I know what I want, I have a strong will.
My life's been off track but I'm trying...still.
There is something lucky, without a doubt, but it's locked in my heart so it's not pushed out.
If something good's coming, that hill's in my sight.
I'll get there, I know it, I'll be alright.
"It's a long day livin' in Reseda.
There's a freeway, running through the yard.
I'm a bad boy, cause I don't even miss her. I'm a bad boy, for breaking her heart.
I wanna glide down over Mulholland...
I wanna write her name in the sky. I'm gonna free fall...out into nothin'. I'm gonna leave this world for a while.
And I'm free... free fallin'...
Yeah, I'm free...Free fallin'..."
I'm not from Reseda...just Illinois. The freeways still run through a small town named Troy.
Bad boys break hearts; they don't have their own. They don't miss a thing...mentality's not grown. Sky written names free fall til they're gone, when the moon kisses sunlight and brings the new dawn.
"Well I know what's right...
I got just one life.
In a world that keeps on pushin' me around, gonna stand my ground...
And I won't back down." What is right and what is wrong? We make the rules as we go along. I won't be pushed around anymore
I won't back down; til we even the score.
"Before all of this ever went down
in another place, another town... You were just a face in the crowd...
out on the street, walking around."
Was it easier not to know you? Was it better not to see? You were once just a random sort of old good friend to me. Faces in the crowd now, we're just strangers passing through... With lots of time to kill, and a lot of things to do.
"It's good to be king, if just for a while.
To be there in velvet, yeah to give them a smile.
It's good to get high, and never come down.
It's good to be king, of your own little town."
A king or a queen; it's one and the same. Make them smile and feel glad you came.
Be a good mark that lasts for all time. Be their velvet; be their sublime.
"All around your island there's a barricade.
It keeps out the danger, it holds in the pain. And sometimes you're happy.
Sometimes you cry.
Part of me is ocean, half of me is sky.
You've got a heart so big...it could crush this town...and I can't hold out forever. Even walls fall down.
Some things are over, some things go on. Part of me you carry, part of me is gone. You've got a heart so big...it could crush this town...and I can't hold out forever. Even walls fall down."
My island was my wall and I built it up so strong. I finally let it crumble cause it'd been up way too long. My heart's so big I'm angry, when I guess I should be proud?
But when it's used and trampled, well the truth speaks way too loud.
Crushing towns...I'll pass on that, I'd rather build them high.
I'd rather love and show my worth; for that I'll always try.
"I felt so good...like anything was possible.
I hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes.
The last three days the rain was unstoppable.
It was always cold. No sunshine.
I rolled on...the sky grew dark.
I put the pedal down to make some time.
There's something good, waitin' down this road.
I'm pickin' up whatever is mine."
There's a road I travel, when my thoughts are running deep. The trees and sky are gorgeous, the hills are smooth and steep. Everything is possible, the pedal's on the floor. I've picked up what is mine and I've taken nothing more. Most days are so sunny, and the breeze just makes me smile. The hidden road I travel is always mine just for a while.
"Some say life will beat you down.
Break your heart, steal your crown.
So I've started out for God knows where.
I guess I'll know when I get there.
I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.
I'm learning to fly, around the clouds. What goes up, must come down."
My broken crown is still in place, I pushed my hair back from my face. My wings are bent but they still fly. They'll straighten out as time goes by. Coming down is all I know but watch me run, watch me go. When I'm up, I won't come down. No one's gonna steal my crown.
"You belong among the wildflowers.
You belong somewhere close to me...far away from your troubles and worries.
You belong somewhere you feel free."
This guitar strums a tune to a song that touched my soul.
It's one that gave me faith in a fairy tale so old. Wild growing flowers and the boats of love at sea?
We all deserve to know that we are somewhere we feel free.
"It's alright if you love me.
It's alright if you don't.
I'm not afraid of you runnin' away honey, I get the feeling you won't." Yes you did, or was it me? I don't know, I couldn't see. It's one big blur of jumbled mess. Too much pain and so much stress. Maybe it will all sort out. No more questions, no more doubt. "Well she was an American girl...raised on promises.
She couldn't help but thinking that there was a little more to life...somewhere else.
After all it was a great big world...with lots of places to run to..."
What should I do? Where should I go? I'm happy here...wait. Yeah... I mean, no. The world's so big, hell yes that's true.
I'll figure out what I'm gonna do.
"Somewhere, somehow somebody must've kicked you around some.
Tell me why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon.
Honey it don't make no difference to me. Everybody has to fight to be free."
Kicked around to stand up tall, abandon means nothing to me at all. I fought til I was blue in the face.
It taught me so much and showed me my place. Freedom was overcoming the day I chose my battles, and walked away.
"Every time it seems like there ain't nothin' left no more, I find myself havin' to reach out and grab hold of somethin'. I just catch myself wonderin', waitin'...worryin' about some silly little things, don't add up to nothin'. And then she looks me in the eye...says, 'We gonna last forever' and babe you know I can't begin to doubt it. It just feels so good, and so free, and so right I know we ain't never goin' change our minds about it.
Hey.
Here comes my girl...."
Reaching out for something because there's so much left; just be grateful.
Count the moments, the blessings the goodness...there's no time to be hateful.
Forever is always there's nothing to doubt, not ever. The walk, the talk, the smiles...that kinda bond can't sever.
Well, Tom Petty...
Thank you.