A song for you

   One fall night in 2006 I was leaving a music venue where I had just seen a friend’s band play. I caught a glimpse of the full moon and started humming “the midnight special” to myself. As I drunkenly approached my car I realized that the song I thought was in my head was actually being played on guitar by a hobo two blocks away. I stumbled over and plopped down on the curb next to him. I lit a cigarette and sang along. The gutter punk on the other side of him smiled and started nodding along.

   After our song we smoked another cigarette and he told me a little bit about where he’d come from. He asked me about why I was so dressed up so I admitted that I was trying to impress a guy but gave up and got drunk instead. The gutter punk left us to our intimate conversation and the hobo asked me if he could play another song for me. He introduced me to Gram Parson’s that night told me a little about him and sang “a song for you”. As he sang I realized it was the anniversary of my Aunts death. She was like a mother to me. I sat there smiling, teary eyed thinking of all the people who had come and gone. I also cried because the lyrics seemed to be about a person who doesn’t feel too comfortable being in a place for too long. Someone like my new friend singing next to me; some like the way I was then.

Oh my land is like a wild goose
Wanders all around everywhere
Trembles and it shakes till every tree is loose
It rolls the meadows and it rolls the nails
So take me down to your dance floor
And I wont mind the people when they stare
Paint a different color on your front door
And tomorrow we will still be there

Jesus built a ship to sing a song to
It sails the rivers and it sails the tide
Some of my friends don't know who they belong to
Some can't get a single thing to work inside
So take me down to your dance floor
And I wont mind the people when they stare
Paint a different color on your front door
And tomorrow we will still be there

I loved you every day and now I'm leaving
And I can see the sorrow in your eyes
I hope you know a lot more than you're believing
Just so the sun don't hurt you when you cry
So take me down to your dance floor
And I wont mind the people when they stare
Paint a different color on your front door
And tomorrow we will still be there
And tomorrow we will still be there