THINK TOO MUCH

Words and Music by Anne M Carley © 1994 – 2002

A self-portrait at an uncomfortable moment in time.  Locked up, spinning stories.

I find meaning in an awkward conversation with a friend
I think too much
I find meaning when the conversation lurches to an end
I think too much

Over there is a life that’s calm
over there I want to be
But over here,
where I am,
I’m locked up spinning stories
based on hints in some suggestions
he ambiguously may have meant for me

I find meaning in the sequence of his numbers when I call
I think too much
I find meaning in the silence when he doesn’t call at all
I think too much, I think too much

Did I mistakenly assume….
Was there static on the line….
Should I give it some more room?
Wait for the planets to align?

Over there is a life that’s calm
over there I want to be
But over here,
where I am,
I’m locked up spinning stories
based on hints in some suggestions
he ambiguously may have meant for me

I see meaning in the absence of the trappings of romance
I think too much
I see a meaningful relationship where others saw a dance
I think too much I think too much

Did I mistakenly assume….
Was there static on the line….
Should I give it some more room?
Wait for the planets to align?

Over there is a life that’s calm
over there I want to be
But over here,
where I am,
I’m locked up spinning stories
based on hints in some suggestions
and some surreptitious glances
he ambiguously may have meant for me

I find meaning in the sequence of his numbers when I call
I think too much
I find meaning in the silence when he doesn’t call at all
I think too much, I think too much.