Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Just a stretch of mortal time

Why are you seeing this entry on this blog? Oh, nothing special. Just marking an occasion. And I really like the song.

I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago so well

Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand

Is it written in the stars
Are we paying for some crime
Is that all that we are good for
Just a stretch of mortal time

Is this God's experiment
In which we have no say
In which we're given paradise
But only for a day

Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned

And if you really must know, it's because I'm a romantic deep down inside. Most men are. That's just about all the answer you'll ever get out of me.

Aida is a popular opera by Giuseppe Verdi in 1871. It was remade into a popular Broadway musical by Tim Rice and Elton John. Written in the Stars was taken from the musical, following Elton John's signature style.


  1. You have to pardon me, but I tend to read too much into your posts lately...

  2. You philistine! You have no appreciation for art.