Story Behind The Song
This song is about a person that you've admired from afar for a long time, but who you've now lost touch with. In cases like that, sometimes the only chance you have of ever really connecting with that person is to write her a song, & hope that somewhere
Song Description
I've finally resigned myself to the fact that there's people that will show up in my dreams for the rest of my life, & there's nothing I can do about it. One such person who keeps popping up in my subconscious is Catholic school classmate Sarah Kleb, who
Song Length |
4:31 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Electronic - Electronica |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Welcoming, Poignant |
Subject |
Unrequited Love, School |
Similar Artists |
The Dust Brothers, George Gershwin |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Hey Sarah ----- It's been decades
Since our Catholic uniform days.
You vanished after 8th grade
& I've looked all over the place.
You never seemed to see me as some weird fat kid
(Or maybe if you did you must've kept it hid)
Remember when you copied down the lyrics to
"We Didn't Start The Fire" for me? That was so cool.
You said you'd trade it for my photo after school,
But I never brought one in 'cause I was such a fool.
& maybe now you're married or a physicist
Or probably into publishing or politics.
"Whatever happened to Miss Sarah Kleb?" I'm wondering.
I've played detective for so long & still found nothing.
All I can do is write this song & hope you're listening.
Then you'll know how uncontrollably I miss your something.
Hey Patrick ----- We both lost friends
From Our Lady Of Good Counsel
Like Moshe, Tim & Brian.
So who else but you can I tell?
Remember how they hoisted you up off your feet
& carried you around (even the other team!)?
I'll never know the reason you were kind to me.
Remember, once I saw a cardinal in a tree;
I pointed it out to you by the playground flag.
You nodded once instead of calling me a fag
Or wrinkling up your nose like other schoolkids would.
That moment proved to me that people can be good.
"Whatever happened to Pat Keller?" Now I'm wondering.
I've played detective for so long & still found nothing.
All I can do is write this song & hope you're listening.
Then you'll know just how illogically I miss your something.
Sarah ----- I got a GIF file
Of your family's picnic website.
The pixels blur your tight smile
That eyes the nearest exit in sight.
You always seemed to be in transit somewhere quick.
(I bet you CLEPed out of all your arithmetic.)
& all I got to go on is that shot of you.
(Maybe you got a teaching post at Carleton U.)
& every night in dreams that float around my head,
Among the people I lost touch with & the dead,
Your face it cuts through all the nightclub gauze & din,
Your hair precisely cut to frame your profiled chin.
"Whatever happened to Miss Sarah Kleb?" I'm wondering.
I've played detective for so long & still found nothing.
All I can do is write this song & hope you're listening.
Then you'll know how uncontrollably,
Illogically,
Integrally,
Unstoppably I miss your something.