Live like you were dyin'

Music

After August 2005, I couldn’t listen to music of any kind. When it came time that I had to go back to work, I programmed my clock radio to turn on for the news in the morning and my drive to work was in silence. But every 3 or 4 days the clock radio would turn on to the last couple of sentences of a song. I’d either hear the announcer talking or the words “Sunny days seem to hurt the most. I wear the pain like a heavy coat. The only thing that gives me hope, Is I know I’ll see you again some day.” What a coincidence that those were the only words I heard. (Maybe there were other songs I recognized, knew them and didn’t notice or maybe they play the same songs on a rotation basis every couple of days.) After weeks of a couple of sentences of that ‘new to me’ song I had to hear the rest… I finally heard the words of a new song by Kenny Chesney.                                                                                                                                                                     

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Sunny days seem to hurt the most…. Cuba, hiding from christmas… message in the clouds?

Who’d You Be Today by Kenny Chesney

Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel you everywhere I go.
I see your smile, I see your face,
I hear you laughin’ in the rain.
I still can’t believe you’re gone.

It ain’t fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell that I’ve been through,
Just knowin’ no-one could take your place.
An’ sometimes I wonder,
Who’d you be today?

Would you see the world? Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family,
I wonder what would you name your babies?
Some days the sky’s so blue,
I feel like I can talk to you,
An’ I know it might sound crazy.

It ain’t fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell that I’ve been through,
Just knowin’ no-one could take your place.
An’ sometimes I wonder,
Who you’d be today?

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