story behind the song: it was 4 o'clock in the morning dammit ... (as per B. Taupin anyway) i was awake anyway and staring out the hotel window early monday am. wrote the lyrics down, kept the music in my head and put it together today. btw Super8 & Eastside Marios Barrie get two thumbs up (three is just weird). methinks the muse can get blamed for this one
Lyrics
this is probably the closest i will ever get to you
within a hundred miles, an hour or two
And all i do is sit here and wish for my guitar
maybe so i could play this song if I found me at your door
this is probably the closest i've ever felt to you
even after telling all my friends and them laughing at this fool
All i do is sit here and worship from afar
thinking up these words and wishing on those stars
oh meandering
oh meandering again
oh meandering
meandering
again
staring out the window to the parking lot below
frozen in the darkness, heart blanketed by snow
a few more hours and i'll be on my way
only wish it was you here with me today
this probably the closest that i've ever come
to picking up and starting over under some new sun
but this universe i know is good enough for me
i would love to share it as lost as i might be
oh meandering
oh meandering again
oh meandering
meandering
again
