The lyrics just before the ones you posted were a killer to me, and still to this day there is a ting of hurt as I hear the song, but it nailed it so well I am always moved by it.Operator, well could you help me place this call
See, the number on the match book is old and faded
She's living in L.A
With my best old ex-friend Ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated
Another favorite song, but not by Croce, is "American Pie" by Don McLean, In the lyrics there is a line that goes,
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I was 15, and out with a few friends, a girl and another guy. We went bowling and stayed till the lanes closed after midnight. I had a huge crush on the girl, Karen, but she was my friends girl. We rode the bus home, and usually I would get off at their stop and walk with them to walk with them, then walk back to my homes. But it was Late on a Saturday night, and I had to deliver papers early in the morning. Sunday morning were always huge because my number of customers almost tripled, so I had 250 papers to deliver. So I decided to get off a few blocks early and go home to bed.
I remember my sister waking me up to see if I wanted to walk over with her to a car wreck she said took place. I told her no, because I needed to get cup early for my paper route. I got up at 5:00 am, and as usual I sat at the corner with my bundles and read the headlines before I headed out. My dog prance by my side as usual. If I was late, she would be there waiting as she guarded them.
It was cold that morning, and I was all bundled up as usual because it was January. As I unfolded the paper, just under the folded part at the bottom of the front page was a story of the car accident may sister asked if I wanted to check out with her. I was shocked, and started to cry as I read the article. A drunk came down the road and swerved onto the sidewalk and hit them both.
Karen died instantly, Jim ended up in the hospital for 6 Months with a broken hip, busted leg, collapsed lung, and other things I am sure he has to deal with. It took me a long while to collect myself to deliver the papers, I did not want to do it. I wanted to leave, run, and never deliver them. But I collected myself and started one house at a time. Took 4 hours to deliver a route that even on a Sunday I finished usually in an hour and a half.
The number one song on the charts at the time was "American Pie". We all loved the song, and would sing it as we enjoyed having fun at Jim's house. His mom had an awesome stereo system, and she had the album. We would get crazy when he plated the song. I remember talking about the meaning of the song, and all. As I delivered the papers, the lyrics of delivering papers as I read about his widowed bride devestatedly played in my head.
Not sure Why I shared that, but words of songs have always moved me in ways to the words, especially the songs of the "70"s. I feel that way towards country music also.
Sad. 15 is way too young to have to start dealing with death.