Jeremy Messersmith- The Commuter

Last night I was thinking about a few people I’ve lost in recent years. Besides being inspirations to me, what they also had in common was that they all believed in me, and I’m grateful for that undeserved kindness. I’d like to make their belief justified one day. Sometimes when I need to center myself, I think about whether I’ve done right by them. Rarely do I think yes, but always with the hope that I can change that.

I said I’d like to make their belief justified one day, and that’s true. But that “one day” has to be built on the foundation of many todays. The pace of our journey is uncertain and varied, but look straight ahead, and trust the sidelines.

The Commuter- Lyrics

Some nights I can’t feel my beating heart,
I’ve got a second-hand body made with junk-yard parts.
An ink-blot head that makes it hard to care,
Broke-down hands won’t get me anywhere.

But when I drive this car to work
I feel like I’m going places,
Landscapes all around me seem to change.
And when I drive this car to work
I feel like I’m made of something,
Some day things will start to go my way.

I spend my evenings lying on this couch,
Countin’ all the cracks in this old house.
TV dinner boxes on the floor,
I’m down ’cause you don’t live here anymore.

But when I drive this car to work
I feel like I’m going places,
Landscapes all around me seem to change.
And when I drive this car to work
I feel like I’m made of something,
Some day things will start to go my way.

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