But the moment we see it slipping away, it's kind of hard to make it to even halftime without fretting about where she is, when she'll be home. It's kind of hard to enjoy any kind of moment to ourselves (which we DO deserve as long as it's not excessive and to the point of being neglectful) any more.
Very true and insightful. And to be honest I don't know if it's the same as who came first the chicken or the egg. I wonder many times who drifts away first. Is it the husband, preoccupied by work trying to provide a better life for his family, escaping from his life by being glued to the tv, hanging out and drinking with the boys or the wife who gets so caught up in taking care of the family, the home, perhaps even working outside the home, that she has nothing left to give at the end of the day.
Here is a copy of one of my favorite songs...Don Henley, what the lyricist!!
New York Minute
Harry got up Dressed all in black Went down to the station And he never came back They found his clothing Scattered somewhere down the track And he won’t be down on wall street In the morning
He had a home The love of a girl But men get lost sometimes As years unfold One day he crossed some line And he was too much in this world But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore
In a new york minute Everything can change In a new york minute Things can get pretty strange In a new york minute Everything can change In a new york minute
Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail Somebody going to emergency Somebody’s going to jail If you find somebody to love in this world You better hand on tooth and nail The wolf is always at the door
In a new york minute Everything can change In a new york minute Things can get a little strange In a new york minute Everything can change In a new york minute
And in these days When darkness falls early And people rush home To the ones they love You better take a fool’s advice And tak care of your own One day they’re here; Next day they’re gone
I pulled my coat around my shoulders And took a walk down through the park The leaves were falling around me The groaning city in the gathering dark On some solitary rock A desperate lover left his mark, ’baby, I’ve changed. please come back.’
What the head makes cloudy The heart makes very clear The days were so much brighter In the time when she was here But I know there’s somebody somewhere Make these dark clouds disappear Until that day, I have to believe I believe, I believe
In a new york minute Everything can change In a new york minute You can get out of the rain In a new york minute Everything can change In a new york minute
