{"id":37,"date":"2005-10-23T05:28:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-23T05:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=37"},"modified":"2015-11-03T20:26:33","modified_gmt":"2015-11-04T04:26:33","slug":"world-so-big","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2005\/10\/23\/world-so-big\/","title":{"rendered":"World So Big"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"World
\nT<\/span>he world is so big<\/em>
\n then again it’s all so small…<\/em>
\n I might be in your arms tomorrow night<\/em>
\n or I might never make it home to you at all.<\/em><\/p>\n

I wanted to suggest the self-exiled lover… consumed with yearning yet unwilling or unable to return home. Pride, fatalism, anger…<\/p>\n

I knew a guy like that once. I worked with him for a short while here in Long Beach. He would talk about the family he left “to find work” years before, talk about them as though they were a thousand miles away, ten thousand. He’d never seen them again — but he thought of them every day, wondered how his kids were. Wondered if his woman was with another man.<\/p>\n

One day I asked him where he came from and I was surprised when he said, Long Beach.<\/p>\n

So I asked him if he’d been traveling when he met the wife he’d left behind. He looked at me funny for a second. She lives in North<\/span> Long Beach, he said.<\/p>\n

\n

The world is so big
\nthen again the world’s so small…
\nI might be in your arms tomorrow night
\nor I might never make it home to you at all<\/p>\n

True Love, baby, the bottom drops out
\nand then you fall…
\nIt only happens one time baby
\nbut if you’re lucky maybe not at all<\/p>\n

I could live a thousand lifetimes
\nI’d never forget a single one of your lies…
\nI could die a million times
\nant the ghost of you would still draw me back to life<\/p>\n


\n*name changed from “The World Is So Big” (9\/25\/2007)
\n(C)2007,TKMajor
\n<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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