Those who seem to be the most popular are usually the ones who are the most lonely. It’s the reason they’re popular – they’ve made themselves so in an effort to never be alone. I’m too honest to be very popular, and up until now I’ve never been lonely, but I think I may be starting to feel it a bit. The truth is, I’m more often alone these days than with people. Usually by design, but sometimes against my subtle wishes.
Like a flower, waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb, in a dark room
I’m just sittin’ here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
And so I wait. For the feeling to pass, for the loneliness to subside, for what I once knew to return to me – because once upon a time I was all right, and it was okay to be waiting. There wasn’t restlessness, there wasn’t discontent, there was me – alone and waiting.
Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
I’m just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Sometimes we have to be a home to ourselves. Sometimes we have to stoke our own fire, tend to our own hearth, and be satisfied, happy even, with the wait. Sometimes the wait is all there is.
My poor heart, it’s been so dark
Since you’ve been gone
After all your the one who turns me off
But you’re the only one who can turn me back on
Once in a while, though, maybe once in a lifetime, someone comes along and ends the waiting. And they are home.
