Funny How We See

Written after "song school" camp up in Lyons, CO - this one is a bit more songwriter-ey than most... Written for a boyfriend at the time who I still loved, but we were drifting apart...

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(Verse 1)
Walking down the road feeling down
Leaves fall all around
Autumn comes too soon in this high mountain town
Rain has fallen, but the clouds linger
A dying leaf falls through my finger
I bend down to touch it’s amber light
And surprise! It takes flight
Funny how we see what we believe
A withering leaf or a butterfly floating on the breeze
Funny how we see

(Verse 2)
So I continue on down this road
Wondering on the seasons left behind
Time travels in my mind
Spokes of sunlight pierce the haze
As I yearn for hot, youngblood summerdays
When all I see is clouds and shadows
I almost missed the rainbow
Funny how we see what we believe
A dreary day or a misty masterpiece
Funny how we see

(Verse 3)
As the day draws to a close
Shadows long and the air is cold
Who will love me when I’m old?
Shivering, I hurry home
Mourning, the days gone
As I reach the door of my humble nest
I see the note you left
It says, “funny how we see what we believe
Is love asleep, or freedom awakening?”
Funny how we see

(Verse 4)
So meet me down at the old cafe
This precious love just can’t fade away
Hold my hands through these days
I can keep on looking for greener pastures
Seeking a happy ever after
True love must be near
But really, it’s always here
Just remember one thing. . .
A fleeting thing is fragile, and cannot be held onto
Love, like a butterfly, cannot be contained

Funny how we see what we believe
A withering leaf or a butterfly floating on the breeze
Funny how we see what we believe
A withering leaf of a butterfly dancing on the breeze
Funny how we see. . .