What I think Of When...

This song I heard in a coffe house sung by a friend of mine. I fell in love with the song and memorized it and still remember it. I remember singing this song walking in the rain, heading home one day. The rain coming down hard, drowning my clothes and my hair. I remember feeling happy and free. Untouched by the stresses of life.

I walked and sang this song out loud. I would laugh out loud throughout the song because there was so much peace and happiness in me. Uncaring of who would hear me, I felt like a star. No one could have brought me down.

Both Hands
By Ani DiFranco

I am walking
Out in the rain
And i am listening to the low moan
Of the dial tone again
And i am getting
Nowhere with you
And i can't let it go
And i can't get through...
The old woman behind the pink curtains
And the closed door
On the first floor
She's listening through the air shaft
To see how long our swan song can last
And both hands
Now use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing
Graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of
How hard we tried
I am watching your chest rise and fall
Like the tides of my life,
And the rest of it all
And your bones have been my bedframe
And your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep
To offer up the deep
With both hands
In eachother's shadows we grew less and less tall
And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all
And i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
And eventually the landlord will come
And paint over it all
And i am walking
Out in the rain
And i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
And i am getting nowhere with you
And i can't let it go
And i can't get though
So now use both hands
Please use both hands
Oh, no don't close your eyes
I am writing graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried
Hard we tried
How hard we tried