Most days, I am content and happy with my job and my choices that have brought me thus far in life. Every once in a while I get melancholy and reflective and wonder how my life might have been different.
I was listening to one of my favourite artists today - Del Barber. Some days I feel like The Waitress, who could have, and maybe should have done much more with her life, but just got stuck and never broke out. Some days I wonder if I should have studied in university to become a doctor or lawyer or engineer, or if I should have taken more risks and made bigger attempts with my business. Some days I wonder if I should have started building houses and become a developer.
Some days, I just wish it was way back when, and all I had to worry about was a horse, a gun and a saddle. On those days, the cowboy days, the last chorus haunts me.
Here it is in it's entirety. Also a link to the iTunes album, here.
She was tall and always tired
Works the late shift at the all night diner
The years can fly by you in a place like this
Waiting for a perfect man and a perfect kiss
Works the late shift at the all night diner
The years can fly by you in a place like this
Waiting for a perfect man and a perfect kiss
Coffee cups, eggs and sausage
Steady hands, friendly smiles hold her hostage
She traded her 20′s for a job that never promised more
Her dreams fell asleep on the top bunk and woke up on the floor
Steady hands, friendly smiles hold her hostage
She traded her 20′s for a job that never promised more
Her dreams fell asleep on the top bunk and woke up on the floor
There ain’t no good fight
There ain’t no hero
There ain’t no bad man out to get you
There’s just a tough job
That will swallow you in the darkness of another day
There ain’t no hero
There ain’t no bad man out to get you
There’s just a tough job
That will swallow you in the darkness of another day
She grew up in the West
She grew up in the country
Great plaines, long trains, horses and hay
She thought she was rich cause she had everything she could need
Till the storm of divorce came and all was lost to legal fees
She grew up in the country
Great plaines, long trains, horses and hay
She thought she was rich cause she had everything she could need
Till the storm of divorce came and all was lost to legal fees
She moved to the city before she turned 25
Never looked back never wondered what she’s lost
She got a job, learned to work, tried her damndest to be happy
But she know’s she’ll never feel what’s it’s like to be free enough to leave
Never looked back never wondered what she’s lost
She got a job, learned to work, tried her damndest to be happy
But she know’s she’ll never feel what’s it’s like to be free enough to leave
There ain’t no good fight
There ain’t no hero
There ain’t no bad man out to get you
There’s just a tough job
That will swallow you in the darkness of another day
There ain’t no hero
There ain’t no bad man out to get you
There’s just a tough job
That will swallow you in the darkness of another day
There’s no more cowboys
No more bonfires
No more stars up in her sky
There’s just the streetlights
Casting shadows into the darkness of another day
No more bonfires
No more stars up in her sky
There’s just the streetlights
Casting shadows into the darkness of another day
- Del Barber
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