Sailing

As sung by Christopher Cross

Well, it's not far down to paradise
At least it's not for me
And if the wind is right
You can sail away and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me

It's not far to never-never land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right
You can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Yust you wait and see
Believe me

Sailing takes me away
To where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Fantasy, it gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie
Every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me

Sailing takes me away
To where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Well it's not far back to sanity
At least it's not for me
And if the wind is right
you can sail away and find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me

Sailing takes me away
To where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free


My therapist has me doing EDMR for post traumatic stress disorder. It involves creating a safe place within your head to stop the self-hate tapes. My safe place is at or on the ocean. This song and "Cool Change" are my peace activators.

Really needed one after yesterday with my brother. I took him home after a week long visit only to have problems getting him to his apartment. Too many pit stops on the way home and a hissy fit in the parking lot of a restraunt. It was a little too much for me to handle. I was very late getting home and all I want to do today is sleep but I've got too many things to finish.

So, I'm keeping my peace activator on standby. Wish me luck.

They Paved Paradise

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot,
With a pink hotel, a boutique,
And a swinging hot spot.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum.
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

Hey, farmer, farmer, put away that D.D.T., now!
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees, please!
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

Late last night I heard the screen door slam.
And a big yellow taxi took away my old man.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.




This song keeps playing in my head. Yeah, I heard it on a commercial this afternoon but it's been playing ever since Elyce called. She's got some major insanity going. Same isms, different man. I'm not sure how that goes with the song but all of the sudden I'm grateful to be celibate and jobless. Not sure that's sane. But hey, at least I'm not emeshed in drama.