Anyone that lives outside of my head, which is everyone but me, might not understand this.  My very favorite song, ever, is “Falling Slowly” by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova.  If you can listen while you read this.  Assuming anyone is reading this..

I keep imagining the lyrics as a conversation between Evie and me.  And I know, that they weren’t written for us.  But, in my mind, they were.

mama:   I don’t know you
mama:  But I want you
mama:  All the more for that

evie:  Words fall through me
evie:  And always fool me
evie:  And I can’t react
mama:  And games that never amount
mama:  To more than they’re meant
mama:  Will play themselves out

evie:  Take this sinking boat and point it home
evie:  We’ve still got time
evie:  Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
evie:  You’ll make it now

mama:  Falling slowly, eyes that know me
mama:  And I can’t go back
evie:  Moods that take me and erase me
evie:  And I’m painted black
mama:  You have suffered enough
mama:  And warred with yourself
mama:  It’s time that you won

evie:  Take this sinking boat and point it home
evie:  We’ve still got time
evie:  Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

evie:  You’ve made it now
evie:  Falling slowly sing your melody
mama:  I’ll sing it loud

I’ve raised my angry voice for you, Evie.  Now, I am raising my hopeful voice for you.  We…I have a choice to make things better for you.  For everyone.  I’ve made it now.  And I am going to sing your beautiful song.  Loud.