Grey Street

No, it's not a song about a street. It is a song that builds an allegory of living on a grey street with one's life. Ever walked down it? Let's let Dave take us there...

She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says "I pray oh But they fall on deaf ears,
am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place? "
Oh There's a loneliness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey"

yes you have. you may not admit it to me, but at least admit it to yourself. If Mother Theresa can walk down that boulevard, then I am willing to bet my prized keyboard that you have too. Just whisper it to yourself late at night when the questions come but sleep won't. Finally there yet? Feel the emptiness?

Welcome to the human experience. If you feel the foggy grey nothingness envelope you compeletely, if you take it into yourself as yourself and become it, please read slowly.

It gets better. Seriously. Those colors the bled together into grey? Remember how bright the red was? how beautiful the yellow? How enchanting the black? You always wondered what that black was there for right? Why did that bad thing happen? Why didn't that relationship work out? Why did I get fired? Why did someone die? Why did that black mix with the red and blue and yellow? I don't know why. I just know that they did. so now, here you are. Emotionally living at the end of the road. Actually, at the end of Gray street. Ragged. Empty, like all your neighbors. You feel helpless at times. When the neighbor plays metallica at 120 decibals at 2 am and you don't even care to call the police because you won't sleep regardless of the music.

It gets better. Seriously. Ever here of a chromatopraphy? Neither had I. I'll save you the boring needless scientific explanation of it. Bottom line: It takes work, but those colors can be put back. how and why and if are all up to you. But there comes a point where you would rather die out there, then live where you are.

I believe some Eagles " no more cloudy days" is on the playlist next.