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The Meeting
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The Meeting is an acoustic ballad about love lost to amnesia and what can happen.
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Original music, folk songs, love songs, I Wonder what the future may bring
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Charts
#3,610 in subgenre Peak #45
Charts
Peak #398
Author
Roger Calvert
Rights
1995 Roger Calvert
Uploaded
September 25, 2007
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:01
Story behind the song
There is no reason behind the writing of this song. I don't even remember any dreams that are closely related.
Lyrics
She asked me for directions on a quite little street I pointed down the road a ways and turned again to speak I knew I'd seen those eyes before but I could not see her face As I moved a little close my heart began to race. Her hair had turned to silver, but her eyes were all a glow I could tell that she remembered me as someone she should know Her lips began to tremble as she started speaking low Her face was all a flush as the blood began to flow. In the front seat right beside her was her thirteen year old son He was holding up a photograph and pulling at her arm I asked her if knew me and she softly whispered back But she only rolled the window down a crack. She you look a whole lot like someone and, Oh, I loved him so And just before this boy was born I begged him not to go The gates were down, the lights were on, but he did not see the train And they never found his body in the twisted metal frame. I felt a chill go through me as I listened to her plight My memory came back to me of that fateful night The past that that I had lost that night I must have blocked out of my brain Woke sometime later with no knowledge of the train. I told her that I never meant to leave and not return But because we'd had an argument my heart began to burn I told her that I loved her and I wanted to come back But she only rolled the window down a crack. As she rolled the window down a bit just to get a better look I could see the tears well in her eyes from the years my memory took I could see deep reflections of my youth in the face of her small son And though my past came back to me, her heart I had not won She said I got remarried when I thought that you were gone And I had to find a father for your tiny little son I'd love to bring you home with me but I cannot take you back. And she slowly rolled the window up a crack. And she slowly rolled the window up a crack.
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