One of My Favorite Songs

I'm listening to my Launch station again. Pinch Me, I Love Rock N Roll, and this, one of my favorite songs ever.

Am I Right by Erasure

Wandering through the back roads
And the rain comes rushing down
To resolve your love
For this man in his twenties

[Here I am now 32, and I've still never had a serious relationship with a man in his thirties. What's up with that??? I'm going to end up in jail someday. Eek.]

Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?

Climbing up the backstairs
There's a chill wind in the air
I wrap up from the cold
Pull the blind in the window

Who was here?
Was it you?
Or am I just dreaming?

Look at all the lonely people
Walking miles around the town
I can see the old cathedral
But I have to play it down

Boats are on the river
Setting up their sails
And life carries on as normal
Although you're not around

[The lilt in his voice says so much. I have ending up missing so many guys...mostly because of all the moving I've done since I began college. If we'd been able to stay together, who knows? Damn college. Damn Disney World. Damn cancer. Most of the time this song brings to mind one special man.]

Waiting at the bus stop
Laughing off the rain
Shaking their umbrellas
'Till it starts again

[I listened to this at the Atlanta bus stop one day in December 1992. I was at a pit stop on Greyhound's 36-hour scenic route from Orlando to Wichita Falls, Texas, via Atlanta, Nashville, Birmingham, Memphis, Little Rock, and Dallas (I kid you not - I could have walked home faster). Had just stayed with my boyfriend, the one who introduced me to Erasure, and then worked at Disney World with him for a few days to stay on their payroll. With this tune in my Walkman, I went out into the rain to see Atlanta for the first time and laughed and laughed. And missed him.]

Flowers in the water
Floating off downstream
Paper in the gutter
Blowing in the breeze

[I have a poem from college that has similar lines.]

Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?

Look at all the lonely people
Walking miles around the town
I can see the old cathedral
But I have to play it down

Boats are on the river
Setting up their sails
And life carries on as normal
Although you're not around

Waiting at the bus stop
Laughing off the rain
Shaking their umbrellas
'Till it starts again

Flowers in the water
Floating off downstream
Paper in the gutter
Blowing in the breeze

Wandering through the back roads
And the rain comes rushing down
To resolve your love
For this man in his twenties

Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?