I hadn’t listened to this song in quite a long (long) time. I’m not sure why, but it hit home with me yesterday when I was driving around in the car…
Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems
There’s nothing there at all
You just seem older than yesterday
And you’re waiting for tomorrow to call
I guess I’m feeling old(er) these days, what with my son graduating from high school and heading off to college, and this song just reminded me of where I am in my life today…and, my goodness, how in the world did I get here?
Nine o’clock mornings, five o’clock evenings
I’d liven the pace if I could
Oh I’d rather have ham in my sandwich than cheese
But complaining wouldn’t do any good
Hey, I’m not a Roy Rogers fan – I can’t even say that I’ve seen him (or Dale or Trigger) on TV or in a movie. But I don’t think you have to be a fan to appreciate this tune – it’s not that literal. To me, the song is a nod to childhood heroes, whoever they may be…and how reminiscing about them can bring a sense of satisfaction (or perhaps even excitement?) to a life that may have otherwise not turned out the way you had imagined. Remembering those larger than life icons of your childhood, returning to the wonderment of it all, when anything was possible and you were invincible (Comic book characters never grow old, Evergreen heroes whose stories were told), can sometimes assuage your reality.
(I bet you can’t guess who my childhood hero was, can you?) 😉
Lay back in my armchair, close eyes and think clear
I can hear hoofbeats ahead
Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop
While the wife and the kids are in bed
Funny, I tend to do my reminiscing in private, too (yes, when the husband and kids are in bed) – listening to Elton, watching him on late night TV, writing my blog or however I can make that connection these days. I grew up listening to EJ, mostly in private (I bet my siblings might disagree with that statement!) – and I still must have that very first listen of a new EJ CD by myself. No exceptions. A tie to my childhood that I just can’t give up. Hmmm…I wonder what that means?
Anyway, happy trails…until we meet again…
Roy Rogers (Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, 1973)