Guest Star Carly Donaldson

She's Damn Crazy

A ten in her pocket and a little-a change

And the fact that she’s been changin’ her ways,

She’s gotta figure out a way ta’ survive,

Without takin’ away her pride.

She’s had 35 years to have it all figured out,

These crazy ole’ dreams are what she’s about,

She’s got all of us, but she’s away.

I miss her hugs, and this is what I’ll say:

Chorus 1

She’s damn crazy, but she wears it well

They’re mad in love, can’t you tell?

They’ve been through heaven and through hell

To get to what they’ve been searching for all year

Da da da, dadada.. Ba da da, dadada, da da da, dadada, dadaaaaa....

This madness that they demonstrate,

Just hangin’ around on holidays.

Simplistic life, no time for regret

This poor old woman that you haven’t met

Her ideas never change

Crazy thoughts and crazier games

A know-it-all by her side,

To keep her alive, by-and-by

She’s damn crazy; can’t you tell?

He’s just a boy that somehow

Got into life and out of this house

They’re together, and this is what he says:

Chorus 2

"She’s damn crazy, but she wears it well

We’re mad in love, can’t you tell?

I’ve been through ‘er heaven and her hell

Just to get where we’ve been searching for all these years."

“These crazy dreams right in front of me,” she said,

As she was breakin’ down in her head,

“I can’t figure out how I got here,

But I’ve known all along that this is where we’re from,”

Ba da da da da, da da da, dadada, ba dada, ba dada, ba dada, dadada

(Chorus 1) badadadadadadadaaaaaa….Searchin’ for allllllll yearrrrrrrrrr

Guest Posting Daniel Winner

Much like a wild horse just broken, he felt the yoke of reality placed on his head and around his neck.  The rose tinted glasses he’d worn for so long, now cracked.  He’d a new found understanding for reality and how it not only affected him, but also how it affected others. 

Life could be warm, like a fuzzy sweatshirt fresh from the dryer on a winter’s eve, or it could be cold, as a frozen tundra ‘neath a wintery peak in the driving ice.  He now realized that she experienced both ends of the spectrum, in multiple ways.  Emotionally, spiritually, physically and philosophically she was thrust into a position that altered her world into a non-objective abstract in which there seemed no end.

The thought was humbling.  How could he consider himself tough, let alone think of himself on the same level has her?  She truly was a great person, if only those around her could catch just a taste of it, what would they do?  What could they do?

The truth is nothing.  At least nothing that would help.  Shed a tear?  Offer a supportive hug?  While both strong expressions of human emotion, they both serve the person emitting them, not those which evoked them.