…I’d Never Had One That Big Before…

I have always been fascinated when overhearing snippets of conversations as you pass people by and wondering what the f*** are they talking about – “what is their story?”…

Everyone has their own world going on for them and we sometimes are a part of it, if even for 3 seconds.

I have discussed this before and I was told that there is a name for this type of “curiosity” but I can’t remember and Google hasn’t helped me this time.

A couple of years ago I decided to see if I could write lyrics with this theme in mind in the hope that one day someone much more musically gifted than me could create a song from it…

Verse One

When you see someone that you just don’t know
Where they’ve come from
Or are about go
With a name not known and a past not shown

Pre Chorus

Caught in the minute
Sharing a second

Verse Two

When you hear three words and not much more
What do they mean and
Who are they for
Its a conversation with no revelation


Caught in the minute
Sharing a second


Everyone has their story
Everyone has their own little
world behind their eyes
Once upon their times and their ever afters

Verse Three

When you look inside and you just don’t get
What’s going on and
How the strangers met
Who’s that, who’s she and who is he

Repeat Chorus

This was posted in response to the Daily Prompt hosted by http://dailypost.wordpress.com

“Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?”



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