Here my hippie chick leaps out of my chest and rejoices. A true story.
Somehow, sometime, somewhere, someday... (bis)
A few days after the rains had ceased
You were home again being nice to me
And the green so green looked white to me again.
The stories you told of places you’d been
Just leave me cold and suddenly alone again
And the green so green looked white to me instead.
You threw everything into a big black bag
And walked out of my life with everything I had
It seemed so mean, yet right to me, yea.
So why is it now that you’re unpacking I find
I pick up the pieces and buy into the lie?
With the green so green outside.
And the green so green looked white to me,
White to me, very white to me.
The green so green looked white to me, yea. (bis)
When you left the snow was flying;
I lay back and I felt like dying.
Now you’re back and spring is in the air,
I got to tell you I really don’t care.
My heart’s a garden requiring attention.
Fragrant with blossoms, too many to mention.
My love’s a flower, a delicate bloom.
Gotta water me, baby, I don’t wanna be locked in no tomb,
No how, no time, nowhere, no way...
What’s the matter now?
I wish I could tell you but I don’t know how.
The green so green looked white to me somehow...
Sometime, somewhere, someday.
from La Brecha,
released June 6, 2014
Music and Lyrics: Sally Station