Sunday, March 12, 2006

Runnin' Against the Wind

This week I lost two old friends. Friends from back in 'The Day'. Friends I'd lost track of for many years, but whose lives touched mine as we struggled to change the world, be free, score something, hitchhike somewhere. Gypsyblood friends. Gabriel Marks Carerra and "Dirty" Kurt James, this one's for you. Sail on, brothers....

It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
Janey was lovely, she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio playlng low
And the secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
Till there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove
And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then
Against the wind
We were runnin’ against the wind
We were young and strong, we were runnin’Against the wind
And the years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded bv strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was living to run and running to live
Never worried about paying or even how much I owed
Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time
Breaking all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searchin’
Searching for shelter again and again
Against the wind
A little something against the wind
I found myself seeking shelter against the wind
Well those drifters days are past me now
I’ve got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out
Against the windI’m still runnin’ against the wind
Well I’m older now and stillAgainst the wind
Bob Seger


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