The other night, a friend and I were talking about the Eagles, and how much he dislikes them. I get where he’s coming from – he described them as the kind of people who would fly a private jet somewhere to lecture someone on the need to conserve resources, and there is an aspect to their modern persona which screams priviliged rich people being assholes – but it still puzzled me; my association with them is more with who they were, or who they presented themselves as, in the early days of their career.
This induced me to relisten to some of their music from back in the day, and I encountered this song:
Every night I’m lyin’ in bed
Holdin’ you close in my dreams
Thinkin’ about all the things that we said
And comin’ apart at the seams
We try to talk it over
But the words come out to rough
I know you were tryin’
to give me the best of your love
There’s other stuff in the song which isn’t quite right, but that verse grabbed me; it describes really well where I am right now. I think it’s clear that my husband is trying to give me the best of his love, and I think I’m trying to give him the best of my love, but it’s still coming apart at the seams.
I’m goin’ back in time
And it’s a sweet dream
It was a quiet night
And I would be all right
If i could go on sleepin’
But every mornin’
I wake up and worry
What’s gonna happen today
You see it your way
And I see it mine
But we both see it slippin’ away
I never wanted to get here. But wishes aren’t fishes, and I can’t go back.