Thumbing my way

Colei há pouco um post-it sobre o poder da música em nós, escrito já há algum tempo e esquecido algures dentro de um caderno. Resolvi agora acrescentar outro, com uma música que tem, verdadeiramente, poder sobre mim. É dos Pearl Jam (que, a propósito, tocaram ontem em Oeiras!). Podia pôr aqui qualquer uma das minhas favoritas... Black, Better Man, Last Kiss, Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town (uff!), Nothingman, Light Years, Yeloow Ledbetter, Come Back...Na verdade todas me dizem algo!

Mas não sei porquê hoje ao acordar lembrei-me de ter lido algures que num concerto o Eddie Vedder chorou perante o público, emocionado por milhares de pessoas acamparem durante dias para os verem actuar, enquanto eles dormiam confortavelmente num hotel e, à mistura, veio esta múscia que não me sai da cabeça... Aqui fica!

I have not been home since you left long ago

I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

Counting steps, walking backwards on the road

I'm counting my way back to heaven

I can't be free with whats locked inside of me

If there was a key, you took it in your hand

There's no wrong or right, but I'm sure theres good and bad

The questions linger overhead

No matter how cold the winter, theres a springtime ahead

I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

I wish that I could hold you

I wish that I had

Thinking bout heaven

I let go of a rope, thinking thats what held me back

And in time I've realized, its now wrapped around my neck

I can't see whats next, from this lonely overpass

Hang my head and count my steps, as another car goes past

All the rusted signs we ignore throughout our lives

Choosing the shiny ones instead

I turned my back, now theres no turning back

No matter how cold the winter, theres a springtime ahead

I smile, but who am I kidding?

I'm just walking the miles, every once in a while I'll get a ride

I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

Thumbing my way back to heaven

I'm thumbing my way back to heaven...