Be seen waving from such great heights

Last night I helped Kat move her bed. We listened to the Give Up album on repeat for hours. I told her this is on my list of things to do. I like being domestic.

I’ve been inspired by the Postal Service,
who claim “They Won’t see us waving from such great heights”.

Maybe by some coincidence, it’s possible. Maybe flying in a small plane, you could fly low over a beach, or a field with children playing, & wave. & Maybe the gesture of friendliness wouldn’t be ignored.

Maybe they’d wave back.

...”come down.”

but it’s thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you’re away
when I am missing you to death

Yup. No one could see me very well, but I assumed they did!

but I take it in two:
being really truly happy for at least one moment in time,
and being seen laughing and enjoying life to the fullest,
and, literally, waving from high up.

I’ve done both. :)

when i am out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when i scan the radio
i hope this song will guide me home.

But I always came down.

But everything looks perfect from far away. Come down now, but we’ll stay…