the seeker and the witch
|We were a couple of romantic kids, me and my girl friend in high school. It was cold, and I had my jean jacket buttoned up. She was wearing a dark blue peacoat. She loved that coat. It was like a cloak.
|Like me she loved the Who, and Led Zeppelin, but what really knocked her out was Witchy Woman by the Eagles, with its mysterious tom-tom beat in the chorus. She had raven hair and ruby lips, and in wintertime, when this picture was taken, I'm sure that sparks could fly from her fingertips.
|We liked imagining that we were characters in songs. It helped if the characters in the songs were only vaguely described, making it easier to fit into the picture. If I was seeking answers, this was a big one.
|But at the time I missed it, and I reworked the song I wrote about us until it was too specific. There wasn't enough room for anyone else to fit themselves into it.
|Here is the original version. It's kind of rough and I like it better.
It was a funny kind of thing we had
We were rebels
You said I was quiet like your dad
He had gone and left you on your own
I should have known
That old piano
In the parlor where we'd hung our coats
You played classics
I played the blues I couldn't read the notes
And you'd practice Moonlight Serenade
When I stayed
I was restless
A Romeo that couldn't get too far
You were cautious
You didn't want to end up like your ma
What a crazy bind to put you in
So call it sin
Where the axe fell on our lover's knot
And off to college
Where you met someone you liked a lot
And I gave you up without a fight
Didn't even write
There is something
Even after all those years ago
It's almost nothing
Still I thought somehow you'd like to know
It comes back to me every now and then
It's here again
We are walking
With snow on fields, a freezin' winter night
The moon is shining
And everywhere the world is full of light
It didn't match the light that your eyes made
As we played