one man's light bulb is another man's novel

"...Peace is poor reading."
    (A Thomas Hardy quote, propitiously spotted at the front of a new Stephen White novel.)
    Today is the beginning of a new chapter, my friends.

She sat right down on the sofa
and said Where have you been?
I've been waiting for you
'cause last night I had something so good
these days get so long and I got nothin' to do

    I think I've been waiting for something to happen to me, rather than making something happen.

I been hangin' around this town on a corner
I been bummin' around this old town so long
I been hangin' around this town on a corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way too long

    I think I've made something happen.

We spent all day gettin' sober
just hiding from daylight, watching TV (fading away)
we just look a lot better in the blue light
well you know I gotta get out
but I'm stuck so tight
weighed by the chains that keep me

    It's not a drastic thing - a huge change, a massive move. Just a subtle shift.

Hangin' around this town on a corner
I been bummin' around this old town to long
I been hangin' around this town on a corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way too long

    Enough to get my insides a little closer to matching my outsides.

(well everybody trip..)

    And, yeah: it's also enough to make me think that I was on the right road, all along.

This girl listens to the band play
she says Where have you been?
I been lyin' right here on the floor - right here on the floor
well I got all this time to be waiting for what is mine
to be hated for what I am after the light has faded

    That feels pretty good. Knowing that I knew myself, you know? Knowing that my faith was not misplaced.

Hangin' around this town on a corner
I been bummin' around this old town so long
I been hangin' around this town on a corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way too long

    I might not know exactly where I'm going...

I've been hangin' around this town on a corner
I've been bummin' around this old town for way too long
I've been hangin' around this town on a corner
I've been bummin' around this old town for way, way, way too long....

    ...but I like the view from the road I'm on.

[with appropriate thanks to Counting Crows for "Hanginaround," from Films about Ghosts]