Hearing the first few guitar strums, I turn up the radio. Christine wouldn’t understand, and she’d probably shoot me a dirty look if she were here, but I love Dave Matthews. In fact, in Ethiopia it was a Dave Matthews song that first made me feel homesick.
where are you going…
with your long face pulling down?
Don’t hide away, like an ocean
But you can’t see, but you can… smell
And the sound of waves crash down.
The windshield wipers beat back-and-forth disconcertingly off tempo. I can’t help but think I must be pretty wierd to be bothered by that.
I am no superman.
I have no reasons for you
I am no hero. Oh, that’s for sure
But I do know one thing:
Where you are is where I belong.
Where are you going?
Where do you go?
I don’t know. I’m not much closer to an answer about school than I was a week ago, really, just that I know I can’t keep doing what I’m doing.
Are you looking for answers
to questions under the stars?
If along the way…
You are grown weary,
you can rest with me until
A brighter day,
and you’re ok
I’ve lost the passion for learning, the excitement about expanding my horizons. It’s a daily grind, and I’m slowly being crushed by it.
I am no superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh that’?s for sure
But I do know one thing
Where you are…is where I belong
I do know where you go
is where I want to be
But more than that, I know God has something in store. Cliche as it sounds, I believe there’s a greater plan and purpose…I just wish, at the moment, I knew what it was.
Where are you going?
Where do you go?
And then there’s a sudden, and somewhat jarring, transition from Dave to Daniel…
Where is the moment when we need it the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion’s gone away…
*sigh* Yep.
No you’re not weird to be bothered by the windsheild wipers being off beat. It bothers the heck out of me, and the same thing with blinkers, either my car or someone else’s. And like if you have your blinker on and the person’s in front of you is off from yours, oh man that drives me crazy. lol Love ya, it was so great to see your gorgeous smiling face!! i love and miss you!
You and I both need a break. Are you taking the summer off? It will be good for you, I think, and I expect it to be good for me.
Dave Matthews does most clearly express most of the difficulty that we face.
I am such a dork that I wrote an essay about the religious themes in four DMB songs, bartender, Grey street, Christmas song (of course) and the last stop.
I talked about how they express SO much better the nature of life lived in the context of God than any contemporary worship music, and back then I didn’t have this language, but its because He sees life through sacramental glasses. granted, he drinks deeply of the earthly sacraments, but he still knows that life is a whole experience and maybe because he can’t speak in public that well, he writes beautiful lyrics that convey meaning better than mere speech.
here are some lyrics for Holy Week. and sorry about deleting the comment above, it had spelling mistakes.
“And now you are nailing God to a tree, and saying forgive me
forgive me
It’s actually pretty normal to go through what you are going through. After all, you’ve been to Africa and seen unspeakable misery — how could you return from that, and be satisfied with a life where the most pressing “issue” is who gets your student-council vote, or the usual gender-based non-issues?! I hope that as you continue your Christian walk, though, you will come to realize God’s purpose for your life — He’s usually pretty definite about it, but He takes His time in making His point. :-)
Thank you all for sharing your thoughts. Just three weeks left and I am free! I think I might take on class this summer, Tamara, but it’s a history course to fulfill a core requirement, so it shouldn’t be too bad.
I live in Dave Matthews land (Seattle) and hear a lot of him. He’s good.
Yeah, I’m with you, windshield wipers can get annoying for me too – I HATE having to put them on fast. Too fast for me. Grrrr.