"Over You" - Miranda Lambert
An old man sat on the edge of a curb on a busy street in LA. He wore a beige, short-sleeve button-up and a straw hat. Next to him was a red, vintage bicycle with a brown leather seat and metal basket hanging in the front. It was in pretty good shape; much better shape than he appeared to be.
He looked down at his callused feet. His faded black slippers blended in against his dark skin. He bent over to adjust the strap between his toes as a few cars inched their way passed him. He picked up a loose piece of gravel and tossed it to the side.
The sun came out and he carefully stood up, blocking its light with the palm of his hand. His single, gold band created a sharp glare against the windshield of oncoming traffic. He pulled the tip of his hat towards his nose, reached for a patterned handkerchief in his back pocket and wiped his band as if the sun had stained it on purpose. His fingers ached and he wondered where the time went.
He walked over to the bicycle and used the same handkerchief to dust off the seat, but he didn't sit on it. He placed a small box in the center of the basket and kicked up the stand, gently moving towards the only tree on the whole block. It looked like it's been there longer than the city itself. Its roots pushed the sidewalk up, creating a lopsided bump for him to climb over. He pushed the bicycle to the top and rested it against the thick and tattered trunk. What little of the naked branches left hovered over him, scattering wispy shadows on his shirt. He traced over a pair of carved initials with his index finger and smiled.
The hustle and bustle of the crowd started to die down, but he paid no attention to them as they did to him. He felt like the tree; worn out, tired and as if he was the only one on the whole block. He picked up the small box and opened it. A thinner, shinier gold band appeared. He pulled it out and rolled it over his pinky so that it could sit next to his band. It looked so different in comparison; so new and practically untouched.
"Side by side as it should've been so long ago when...," he let his thought trail off, unfinished. He placed the now empty box back in the basket and slowly began to walk away. He turned around to get one last look and it was at that moment he could've sworn he saw a soft image standing by it, waving goodbye.
Lyrics:
Weather man said it’s gonna snow
By now I should be used to the cold
Mid-February shouldn’t be so scary
It was only December
I still remember the presents, the tree, you and me
But you went away
How dare you?
I miss you
They say I’ll be OK
But I’m not going to ever get over you
Living alone here in this place
I think of you, and I’m not afraid
Your favorite records make me feel better
Cuz you sing along
With every song
I know you didn’t mean to give them to me
But you went away
How dare you?
I miss you
They say I’ll be OK
But I’m not going to ever get over you
It really sinks in, you know, when I see it in stone
Cuz you went away,
How dare you?
I miss you
They say I’ll be OK
But I’m not going to ever get over you
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/mirandalambert/overyou.html
http://www.countrymusicislove.com/2012/03/miranda-lamberts-over-you-video-makes-cmt-history.html
An old man sat on the edge of a curb on a busy street in LA. He wore a beige, short-sleeve button-up and a straw hat. Next to him was a red, vintage bicycle with a brown leather seat and metal basket hanging in the front. It was in pretty good shape; much better shape than he appeared to be.
He looked down at his callused feet. His faded black slippers blended in against his dark skin. He bent over to adjust the strap between his toes as a few cars inched their way passed him. He picked up a loose piece of gravel and tossed it to the side.
The sun came out and he carefully stood up, blocking its light with the palm of his hand. His single, gold band created a sharp glare against the windshield of oncoming traffic. He pulled the tip of his hat towards his nose, reached for a patterned handkerchief in his back pocket and wiped his band as if the sun had stained it on purpose. His fingers ached and he wondered where the time went.
He walked over to the bicycle and used the same handkerchief to dust off the seat, but he didn't sit on it. He placed a small box in the center of the basket and kicked up the stand, gently moving towards the only tree on the whole block. It looked like it's been there longer than the city itself. Its roots pushed the sidewalk up, creating a lopsided bump for him to climb over. He pushed the bicycle to the top and rested it against the thick and tattered trunk. What little of the naked branches left hovered over him, scattering wispy shadows on his shirt. He traced over a pair of carved initials with his index finger and smiled.
The hustle and bustle of the crowd started to die down, but he paid no attention to them as they did to him. He felt like the tree; worn out, tired and as if he was the only one on the whole block. He picked up the small box and opened it. A thinner, shinier gold band appeared. He pulled it out and rolled it over his pinky so that it could sit next to his band. It looked so different in comparison; so new and practically untouched.
"Side by side as it should've been so long ago when...," he let his thought trail off, unfinished. He placed the now empty box back in the basket and slowly began to walk away. He turned around to get one last look and it was at that moment he could've sworn he saw a soft image standing by it, waving goodbye.
Lyrics:
Weather man said it’s gonna snow
By now I should be used to the cold
Mid-February shouldn’t be so scary
It was only December
I still remember the presents, the tree, you and me
But you went awayHow dare you?
I miss you
They say I’ll be OK
But I’m not going to ever get over you
Living alone here in this place
I think of you, and I’m not afraid
Your favorite records make me feel better
Cuz you sing along
With every song
I know you didn’t mean to give them to me
But you went away
How dare you?
I miss you
They say I’ll be OK
But I’m not going to ever get over you
It really sinks in, you know, when I see it in stone
Cuz you went away,
How dare you?
I miss you
They say I’ll be OK
But I’m not going to ever get over you
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/mirandalambert/overyou.html
http://www.countrymusicislove.com/2012/03/miranda-lamberts-over-you-video-makes-cmt-history.html
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