PASSING STRANGE

NARRATOR:
I remember when I owned everything:
The Sun and the Moon and the rain
My domain
Stretched and yawned along the astral plane

The universe is a toy in the mind of a boy
And life is movie, too
Starring you
Your whole family’s the cast and crew
That’s a little secret between God and you

But ain’t it strange how it all makes perfect sense?
Once your life becomes evidence
The need to feel…
Love is more than Real

Because your mother’s love might seem insane
It’s ’cause she really knows everything
Too bad it takes so long to see what you’ve been missing…

(Love like that can’t be measured anyway)
Too bad it takes so long to see what you’ve been missing
(Love like that can’t be measured anyway)
Too bad it takes so long to see what you’ve been missing
Too bad it takes so long…

‘Cause the Real is a construct is a construct
It’s the raw nerve’s private zone
It’s a personal sunset,
You drive off into Alone.

2 Responses to 'PASSING STRANGE'

  1. suzy says:

    My widowed Mom-a “Saint”-me a good girl who loved her but… we just could not click-owed her so much she was always there for me. But if she disagreed-my defenses went up-harder when I knew she was right. Knew my best interest was hers. But still insecure in her love as she was not demonstrative and she did not trust in mine-although it was always there. On her death bed I saw the light of love and know she saw mine- AT LAST! Sometimes we can’t see the forest for the trees-but it’s still…

  2. Candace Pfau says:

    I don’t think my daughter has ever been able to feel my love for her. I tried, I really tried. She kept pushing me away. At least we are now adult friends and give each other space. I can’t fix her, she can’t fix me. It is what it is. I must see this Broadway play. Those lyrics speak to me.