This ending stanza is an apology to his daughter for any pain the truth may cause her. No matter how painful it may be he will protect his child by revealing all painful concepts of life and so he will "let the truth blow like a hurricane through ". No matter how painful or difficult it will be the "truth is natural like a wind that blows" and they'll "follow the direction, no matter where it goes". They vow to "let the truth be sewn before window's closing" and give her a better life than they have ever known. Now with all this consequence even the "grey days" are worse than darkness of shadow and "beat the shade to wean" meaning that the monotonous becomes the most painful, darkest part of their lives because they did not mean to choose it! All these other consequences have followed their one action, each being "unbodied, unsouled, unheard, unseen" grating on their still young and naïve hearts.īut with all the painful consequence they still consider their child a gift and have resolved to make her life the greatest it can be in the time they are given. After their new baby was born they moved to "someplace wild" where they never expected to find themselves and from that one action all other painful actions have followed. They are friends, yes, but they are lovers too and in young lust and naïvity they procreated. The final stanzas of the song give us more detail to the relationship of "him" and "her". The warm wind of love blows colder, the children and adorable babes grow older, friends we once could depend on turn their shoulder and the friends we loved grow colder. The rest of the song continues as "he" realizes that everything he once knew, everything that made up his 'soul' is truly dead. In dismay he realizes that things are different between them as he had once realized before and he again begs to know "Where does time go?" Jenkins replies so poetically "on a wake for young souls" (which should be taken as a wake in water, like backwash or as the consequence of an event) because all the time we spend growing up and callousing our hearts to past events sends us farther apart on that wake for young souls. So after seeing his old friend, he begs to know 'What happened to us?! You were my friend! Wake up, you're dying inside! Try to remember who we are (were), it's not who we are now.' But she tells him that 'who we are now /is/ who we are now!' But sadly, her soul has died too and she doesn't see him the same way he is seeing her because she has not woken up and found that she is really dead on the inside. To try and revive his old feelings and his lost soul "he" turns to "you" because he's remembering good times back when life was simple and "they" were together. It was always there, but we kept it hidden and if we never let it out we will eventually see the day our soul has died inside. This song is definitely about growing up and becoming who you need to be by sacrificing who you wanted to be.įor examples, it starts out with "Today I found my soul, I felt it die inside of me." We can really relate to this feeling because at some point or another we all wake up and find the soul we once had beneath the layers of business clothes and mild mannerisms just to see that we can never be where we once were. My InterpretationI hope I'm not too late and someone actually reads this. You know I don't see your mother, not like before, though she hasn't forgotten she doesn't like to be reminded anymore.Īnnie got married it didn't come with out tears like the day you died I have laughter for these yearsĪll the things we know are going to fall away from me like a grain of sand slips through a good friends hand If I've been cold, if I've spoken in anger, to have been bold, forgive me Let the truth blow like a hurricane through me Let the truth be sewn before the window's closingįollow the direction no matter where it goes Let the gift be grown in the time to call our own In the blood of the woman brings birth of a childīirth of a child comes someplace wild you The friends we know they are growing colderĬycle of the moon brings blood to the women Well the wind that blows its blowing colder and the child that grows she's growing olderĪnd friends we know they'll turn a shoulder Where does time go now on a wake for young souls I have your face in a photo in high school when you were alive but that's all I haveĪnd I can't remember who I was myself then and it doesn't help still I look to you as a friend to tell me
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