This is indeed a little bit country, and only a little bit rock and roll. With the added thrill of seeing the white sofa in my office.

Another song about loss, I’m sorry. Written yesterday. The fact about yesterday is that is would have been my husband’s birthday. That’s what set me off thinking about the harsh concrete clarity of facts.

I’m planning a comedy song soon, I promise.

 

Lyrics: The Bypass

It’s the facts the hurt, the stories are a comfort
I can tell the stories, I can make them mine
But the facts define
They control, they’re a new road through an old landscape
I can’t escape the fact of your face slowly leaving
The change in your breathing

But I, weave stories around the facts
Pad the sharp corners
Shine them silky soft smooth
But they are facts, they don’t welcome rebranding
They like standing, shining in the sun
Looking over the new concrete valley
That once was my life
Whilst I meander through meadows
Such beautiful remembered meadows
I’m losing you, I’m losing you, it’s a fact, it’s true

It’s the stories that help me to say goodbye
But it’s the facts that make me cry