Grand Central Station

a wonderful tribute

of a true story and worth reflection

on the 10th anniversary of the tragic day.

Beautifuly written by Mary Chapin Carpenter.

Between Here and Gone

Arc of the moon
Originally uploaded by Nieve44/La

Tonight the moon came up, it was nearly full.
Way down here on earth, I could feel its pull.
The weight of gravity or just the lure of light,
Made me want to leave my only home tonight.
Yeah I'm just wondering how we know where we belong.
Is it in a photograph, or a dashboard poet's song?
Will I have missed my chance to right some ancient wrong,
Should I find myself between here and gone?

Now I could grab my keys and peel out in my truck,
With every saint on board bringing me their luck.
I could drive too fast, like a midnight's thief,
As if there was a way to outrun the grief.
Yeah I'm just wondering how we know where we belong.
In a song that's left behind in a dream I couldn't wake from.
Could I have felt the brush of a soul that's passing on,
Somewhere in between here and gone?

Up above me, wayward angels, a blur of wings and grace.
One for courage, one for safety, one for just in case.

I thought a light went out, but now the candle shines.
I thought my tears wouldn't stop, then I dried my eyes.
And after all of this, the truth that holds me here,
Is that this emptiness is something not to fear.
Yeah, I'll keep wondering how we know where we belong,
After all the journeys made, and the journeys yet to come.
When I feel like giving up instead of going on,
Somewhere in between.

Yeah, I'm just wondering how we know where we belong.
Is it in the arc of the moon, leaving shadows on the lawn?
In the path of fireflies and a single bird at dawn,
Singing in between here and gone.

title/music/words by Mary Chapin Carpenter. I guess you can tell what I've been listening to lately. I do love her music and feel as if she's writing about my life at times. BTW, the past few mornings there has been a bird at dawn that awakens me. Thank you angels for showing me grace and beauty the past few days somewhere in between here and gone.

Holding Up the Sky

Lone Rider
Originally uploaded by Nieve44/La Luz

I found myself between two places, neither of them home
I could not recognize the faces and I never felt so alone
I found myself between two choices to settle or to run
All my life I've heard the voices but this time mine's the only one
I wanna feel what the wind feels like, I wanna go that high
and feel no fear instead of being down here holding up the sky
Life astounds us in an instant, changing all we know
Blink just once and then you've missed it and all that you can do is watch it go, watch it go.
I found myself between two lifetimes, the sunset and the dawn
I reached out and took the lifeline offered up between here and gone
I want to know what the wind feels like
I want to go that high and feel no fear instead of being down here holding up the sky.

words and music by Mary Chapin Carpenter... and yes, I really want to go that high and know what the wind feels like...to be master of my domain and be a bird with wings.

The Age of Miracles

by the wonderful
Mary Chapin Carpenter.
CANNOT wait for the April 27th!
Lots of great music coming out soon.
POP by Ottmar Liebert on June 15th
New music by Mana and tour to follow
New music by Sarah McLachlan of Lilith Fair
which is coming to Houston in August!

The Moon and St. Christopher

When I was young I spoke like a child,

and I saw with a child's eyes

And an open door was to a girl

like the stars are to the sky

It's funny how the world lives up to all your expectations

With adventures for the stout of heart, and the lure of the open spaces

There's two lanes running down this road, and whichever side you're on

Accounts for where you want to go, or what you're running from

Back when darkness overtook me on a blind man's curve

I relied upon the moon, I relied upon the moon

I relied upon the moon and Saint Christopher

Now I've paid my dues cause I have owed them,

but I've paid a price sometimes

For being such a stubborn woman in such stubborn times

Now I have run from the arms of lovers,

I have run from the hands of kindness,

I've run just because I can

But now I'm grown and I speak like a woman

and I see with a woman's eyes

And an open door is to me now like the saddest of goodbyes

but it's too late for turning back, so I pray for the heart and the nerve

And I rely upon the moon, I rely upon the moon

I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher.

Your Life Story

for Kym

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Maybe love is all anybody ever should believe in

Maybe life is just something that employs us till we die

Maybe all we know is that the sun will come up every morning

Maybe time can choose whether to be earthbound or to fly

everybody thinks they've got it down I won't worry,

the truth's always been found in your life story

Maybe you're the one waiting for the ship to find your harbor

Maybe you're the one looking past the forest to the trees

Maybe you still think the older that you get life just gets harder

Maybe you would trade everything for just one moment's peace Everybody strains to hear the sound of their heart's calling

Now you can write yours down it's your life story

Gather up your telegrams your faded pictures, best laid plans

Books and postcards, 45's every sunset in the sky

Carry with you maps and string, flashlights

Friends who make you sing And stars to help you find your place

music, hope and amazing grace

Maybe what we leave is nothing but a tangled little mystery

Maybe what we take Is nothing that has ever had a name

Maybe love will fade like the parchment pages of our history

Maybe life is made of flickers from some brilliant, burnished flame Everbody's waiting for a sign- I won't worry, I think we'll be just fine

In your life story It's your life story And my life story

This is our life story

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Funny how your life story could be my life story

or her life story or his life story

but as MCC says, I think in time we'll just be fine.

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Lyrics by Mary Chapin Carpenter