currently singing in my shower (also known as parenthetical overkill)

The Ununcle (with his impeccable taste in everything remotely relevant to life) recommended this song to me a while back. Any day now, Project Playlist will make me insanely happy by adding a link to it so I can stick this song in my playlist over yonder. It's going to happen. I can feel it.

In the meantime, I am capital-I Impatient, so we have resorted to youTube. (Notice how I included you in my dodgy resorting. It was the sort of thing I couldn't do alone.)

(The visual quality of this vid is poor, but the sound is decent. Hope you enjoy it.)



Indiana (Jon McLaughlin)

I’m glad I never lived next to the water
so I could never get used to the beach
and I’m glad I never grew up on a mountain
to figure out how high the world could reach

I love the miles between me and the city
where I quietly imagine every street
and I’m glad I’m only picturing the moment
I’m glad she never fell in love with me

For some the world’s a treasure to discover
and your scenery should never stay the same
and they’re trading in their dreams for explanations
all in an attempt to entertain

But I love the miles between me and the city
where I quietly imagine every street
and I’m glad I’m only picturing the moment
I’m glad she never fell in love with me

Well, the trick of love is to never let it find you
it’s easy to get over missing out
I know the hows and whens
but now and then she’s all I think about

I wonder how it feels to be famous
but wonder is as far as I will go
because I’d probably lose myself in all the pictures
and end up being someone I don’t know

So it’s probably best I stay in Indiana
just dreaming of the world as it should be
where every day is a battle to convince myself
I’m glad she never fell in love with me