The Beauty in Song

I downloaded this song several months ago and sort of stashed it away in my iTunes library not really giving it much thought or "airtime".  I was perusing my library several days ago looking for what's there, and what's "not there" if you get my drift.  I always get inspiration listening to music, adhered by the poignancy of a artist's lyrics, the catchy melody, the crescendo of his/her voice as it skirts in and out of a particular meaningful verse.  Music like this often moves me to tears.  It doesn't necessarily have to be the lyrics, but can be the melody.  And so it is with this particular song that was immersed in one of my Country playlists.  I started listening to it and as it's words struck a chord with me (sorry for the play on words) and I found myself belting it out over and over and over in the car.  As you can see I've embedded it in this particular post.  As I often like to do, it's a song about reminiscing, not living there, but touching on those days gone by and the memories that are evoked from them.  I'm often saddled by those times and thinking of the one that got away, (or I let get away), and how the haunting verse in this song tattles me with ever so bittersweet memories.  He so beautifully sings of "the power of song when a song hits you right".  This is one of those song that "hits me right".  And it doesn't have to be a song, it could be greeting card verse, a lasting memory from a movie scene of one which embraces me and swaps places with me for now.  Yes, it's the forever sound, or vision of those sounds of a million dreams that lingers with me for all time.

"Seger was singin' words I could believe in
And "Mainstreet" was my street that night
So I called up Samantha and asked her the chance of
us runnin' out neath the moon light
Well shes not with me now, she can always be found
When I rewind the radio dial
and like it was then I feel her on my skin
and I'm back there for a while

[Chorus]
So I labor for hours cuz' I know the power
Of a song when a song hits you right
Poured my soul into stories of life
Hopin' someone will hear one tonight.

Maybe my voice
will cut through the noise
And stir up an old memory
And out of these piano keys
Comes the sound
The sound of a million dreams

[Verse 2]
My 18th summer I was a cocky up and come'er
Crankin' up "Born To Run"
Turn left out the drive with the pistons open wide
And I came back a prodigal son

My spirit was broken, she threw the door open
I love you not I told you so
When I hear "Momma Tried" I still break down and cry
And pull to the side of the road".