Across the Street from Broken-Hearted
In 1908, some men took off for the South Pole. No guarantee that they'd ever make it back home. On a wing and a prayer with this crazy idea that if they succeeded against all odds, it'd be worth it.
But as luck would have it, things went bad from the get-go. It was an early winter that year, they got caught in an ice storm. They were stuck there at the bottom of the world with no way home,Ā no way home,Ā no way home.
As for me, I thought my heart was locked up forever. Thought I'd done what needed to be done, I thought I was so clever. But you dug it up and took it home with you - you brought it back to breathing, you said "This is what I do."Ā
Now here I am & there you are. And here we stand underneath the light of these stars - that came from so far away and so long ago...from some place that we'll never know. And we've come so far and it's been so long, I want to hold you right here in my arms. And even though we're so far from where we started, we're still across the street from Broken-Hearted.Ā
You took me by the hand, said follow me. You took me down, down into an endless sea where monsters passed us in the dark. All I heard was the beating of our hearts. We passed the world's end, we saw the bones there on the ground, we passed through the dark alleys all alone on the outskirts of town. We made a fire to keep us warm - but the rain kept coming, the rain kept coming.Ā
Now here I am & there you are. And here we stand underneath the light of these stars - that came from so far away and so long ago...from some place that we'll never know. And we've come so far and it's been so long, I want to hold you just to keep you warm. And even though we're so far from where we started, we're still across the street from Broken-Hearted.Ā
Where dreams die, they stop breathing, where dragons cover the sky and the oceans are seeded with doubt and distrust everywhere you turn and the city's are on the fire and the trees they burn, and out in the distance we're closing in... you keep telling me again and again that you want to find your way back, find your way back, oh I hope you can find your way back, even if there's no way home again...
-B. Schneider, Across the Street from Broken-Hearted