“And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
And everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow”
-Paul Simon, “Graceland”
Suddenly all of Paul Simon’s lyrics are speaking directly to my life experience. There’s that one above (and I’m sorry to anyone who’s received contact wind-chill from my gaping chest hole), there’s “If you’ll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal” (“You Can Call Me Al”)…
And, of course, “50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.”
“Get yourself free,” indeed.
Maybe I just think all the lyrics are about me because of the space I find myself in, or because I never matured past middle school.
Or maybe I’m prematurely middle-aging.