We;ll Make the Most Before the Jig is Up!

This is the end of another birthday. I must admit it was interesting.  Non-eventful,  but interesting.  If you've read me at all, you know that I believe Dave Matthews sings my soul. What I cannot express, where I can't find the words, he does...and even more so, he puts just the right melody to the deepest expressions of soul; my soul anyway.  Amazing art that it is!  I took the day off from my job.  At my age I sort of wish I didnt' have a job, but at the same time, if I didn't I think I would go mad. 

I've been feeling such a  deep meloncholy today...is it because I've been alone to think?  If I'm with someone dancing, talking, having a good time, I don't have to just think.  Hmmmm something disturing about that.  I just wish there would be someone out there that would get it.  I believe there is.  My husband is younger than me. Not by much..but he is.  Life is  funny like that. 

That's why I love this song...thanks to my friend Heidi..she gets it. I think that's why she's such a fan.  There are words and melody that make such a fine couple, they express so many peoples deepest thoughts, desires. Happy birthday to me...I do love life...as much as I hate it, I love it!
If I could fly at the speed of light, I
could get to Canis Major in five thousand years
Butterflies and black and bluebirds
I’ll never be the same since I met you
Pennies thrown into a fountain
Make a wish, blow out the candles, take a breath
God is troubling when you consider
believers that would welcome the end of the world

Got a job and it pays me
I want love more than I deserve
I read the paper, makes me crazy
There’s gotta be a way to make it work, oh

Ashes, stardust,
look at us crawling out the mud
Let’s go around the block
we’ll make the most before the jig is up
Dreamers, the big talk,
we’ll never know the thickest never stop
Ashes, stardust,
look at us crawling out the mud

I know that dying is scary to us
but everybody do it one, two, three
On the sidewalk, the dandelion
is reaching from a crack up to the sun
Words can be a wicked tool
For twisting truth I wanna be true to you
Blood and bones, black holes and stones,
all those things pave the way for you and me

Got a job and it pays me
I want love more than I deserve
I read the paper, makes me crazy
There’s gotta be a way to make it work, oh

Ashes, stardust,
look at us crawling out the mud
Let’s go around the block
we’ll make the most before the jig is up
Campfires and high rise
you never did quite know when to stop
Ashes, stardust,
look at me crawling out the mud

If I could fly at the speed of light, I
could get to Betelgeuse in about six hundred years
Butterflies and black and bluebirds
I’ll never be the same since I met you
Baby, dying is scary to us
But everybody do it A, B, C
God is troubling when I consider
believers that would welcome the end of the world

Got a job and it pays me
I want love more than I deserve
I read the paper, makes me crazy
There’s gotta be a way to make it work, oh

Ashes, stardust
look at us crawling out the mud
Let’s go around the block
we’ll make the most before the jig is up
Ashes, stardust
look at us crawling out the mud
Ashes, stardust
look at me crawling out the mud

Butterflies and black and bluebirds
I’ll never be the same since I met you
If I could fly at the speed of light, I
could get to Betelgeuse in about six hundred years
Butterflies and black and bluebirds