The other day this song started playing and it drew me back to certain moments in time. Funny how the song didn't pertain to anything that was happening in that moment, yet reminded me of the truth of a situation several years ago. Oh how funny it is...how we grow and mature and yet music can speak to apart of the soul that hasn't yet healed.
Turn the Page
Chantal Kreviazuk:
I'm out here on my own
Please pick up the phone
I'm hiding from the morning
Inside the dead of night
You left without a warning
You left me here behind
And I'm deep inside my soul
But I can't find my way back home
I'm hiding from the moment
That's never far behind
Hiding from the moment
That makes everything alright
I run, run away from
But can't turn the page
I knew it all along
You never try to change
I run, run away from
But can't turn the page
I knew it all along
You never try to change
Now I'm floating endlessly
Unpacking all my dreams
Funny how we hurry
To hold the hands of time
Funny how we worry
We cant control this life.
I run, run away from
But can't turn the page
I knew it all along
You never try to change
I run, run away from
But can't turn the page
I knew it all along
You never try to change.
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