This song is a favorite. And it has been asking for a story for years now.

And I could quote all the lyrics. I always sing along. And now I have a bit of something using this, which I am posting for my themed snippet today.

I love the opening.

Well I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call

This part gave me the opening bit of my latest snippet:

And here I sit, hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

I included a bit that used both of these thoughts, and I am, I admit, absurdly proud :

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
“My poetry was lousy”, you said

This part led to her having a memory of the two of them:

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
An’ snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel over Washington Square

Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

I still really, really, want to use this part, though:

Now you’re telling me
You’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You, who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague

‘Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes, I loved you dearly

And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid.

Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.