02.15.07
A Time of Reckoning
The hardest part of life is reconciling the difference between what you expected for yourself and what is the reality of your life.
Tomorrow is my birthday and it seems that I always come into my birthdays examining myself - putting my life under a microscope, and making a mental tally of everything that I am and all those events that shaped me. I used to make a joke about my “birthday songs” when I was gigging regularly. Those songs I wrote around the time of a birthday. They always tend to be reflective, introspective, and, at times, even self-condemning. The odd thing is that I never set out to write those “birthday songs”, they just seem to happen of their own volition. So now as I sit & think about these songs I reflect on the following:
from Gilgamesh & Ishtar
Now the temperature is rising
And I think it’s time you knew
The past is far behind us
And that’s why I get so blue
So, just a few more miles
And we’ll slip into the sun
A thousand trials, a hundred smiles
This time we’ve just begun
from Wasted Time
Now I can’t believe I wondered
What had ever gone awry
You just never heard the music
And all I ever heard were lies
And so what we’re left to deal with
For the rest of both our lives
Just a pocket full of memories
And years of wasted time
from A Prayer For Me
I’m not half of what I used to be
We’re all molded by the years
We learn to mourn our yesterdays
While tomorrow breeds new fears
from Never Grow Old
It’s 3 am and I’ve got to go
I’m the last one left,
You know I like it that way best
And after all that’s been said, done and told
It really felt like I’d never grow old
Give Up Tomorrow
Just sitting here thinking how things change
You know I haven’t a clue
But somehow today I feel more like you
And if I could I’m not sure I would
‘Cause time is something I have not to borrow
And that is why I won’t give up tomorrowAnd standing here feeling how numb you are
I know you never chose
To cry all night at those missing shadows
And though I see how it used to be
Tears are something I have not to borrow
And that is why I won’t give up tomorrow
from I Sail Away
And even now I understand I’m running from myself
As I used to be
I keep searching for the sign that will let me know
I’m finally me
‘Cause way back then I thought I knew
What would be me, what should be you
And in the end there’s nothing left to say
And so it is again…another year, another time of reckoning. How will I measure up this time around?








