Als ik gitaar kon spelen...bij een kampvuur, dan zong ik dit #StoriesofmyLife

Als ik gitaar kon spelen...bij een kampvuur, dan zong ik dit. Denk ik.

Liefdesverdrietliedjes. Ik vind ze mooi. Deze is een 'golden oldie'. Maar oud wordt als je maar lang genoeg wacht vanzelf weer nieuw en actueel. Wellicht wat 'corny' en dat is dan maar zo :-)

Through the Music

I’d see us traveling through music
way down the Mississipi to New Orleans
I’d imagine us careless and free
I would have died for you
For every now to come
But you turned around the truth
You turned around our truth

I know things weren’t easy
But why put the blamegame on me
I know I wasn’t always easy
But why pointing your finger at me
It took the both of us
To declare this relationship deceased

I’d see us traveling through music
to El Dorado and Kisatchie Forest too
I’d imagine us careless and free
I would have died for you
For all times and more to come
But you turned around the truth
You turned around our truth

I know things weren’t easy
But why put the blamegame on me
I know I wasn’t always easy
But why pointing your finger at me
It took the both of us
To declare this relationship deceased