Looking Into You (As Always)

You know how when you are driving in your car early in the morning they play Birthday Requests? Well, I'm not in my car, in fact it's just a little over an hour into my birthday. I don't know what I'm going to do yet. The birthday check my father sent me I used yesterday to get my hair done. Its the best hair look I've had since Summer Blonde came on the market. I have long hair (my own) down my back, side bangs and big copper chunks. I'm ready for a great day!

And for my birthday, this would be my request for my favorite song, so here again is my favorite post.


My daughter is a photographer. She has always had an eye for a good picture, even before she went to college and graduated with a degree in Photography. These are some of her photographs that I find just stunning. I put these together with what is probably my most favorite song ever.



Well I looked into a house I once lived in
Around the time I first went on my own
When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of
And my friends and I were one
Now the distance is done and the search has begun
I've come to see where my beginnings have gone


Oh the walls and the windows were still standing
And the music could be heard at the door
Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions
Asked if I came very far
And when my silence replied they took me inside
Where their children sat playing on the floor

Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on
And it left me so warm and so high
But as I stepped back outside to the grey morning sun
I heard that highway whisper and sigh
Are you ready to fly?


And I looked into the faces all passing by
Its an ocean that will never be filled
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles
That even love cannot rebuild
Its a hotel at best, you're here as a guest
You oughta make yourself at home while you're waiting for the rest

Well I looked into dream of the millions
That one day the search will be through
Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions
Looking into you


The great song traveler passed through here
And he opened my eyes to the view
And I was among those who called him a prophet
And I asked him what was true
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone
Now I'm looking in my life for a truth that is my own


Well I looked into the sky for my anthem
And the words and the music came through
But words and music will never touch the beauty that I've seen
Looking into you -- and that's true

Lyrics - Jackson Browne

Photos by my daughter Heather