Running With The Moon
Art & Lyrics
When you have been on both sides of a proverbial fence, you have access to multiple perspectives and insight that creates an opportunity to gain wisdom. I have a daughter. She is a beautiful young woman. Several years back, like most young ladies her age, she began to enjoy the company of young men, so she occasionally dated”. Sometimes, kids just wanted to “hang out”. I get it. We did that, too. However, when a young man piqued her interest, she would focus on that young man exclusively for a period. This is why we “date” and exclusive dating has positives and negatives. In my mind, my daughter is a delicate flower and therefore should be treated with the utmost care and respect. As I assume it is with most fathers, and much to my daughter’s dismay, I didn’t have great trust in many young men. If a young man were to receive more than just common manners from me, it would have to be earned. Let me be clear, I usually attempted to be polite to the young men who showed up at our house. Easier said than done. Remember, it was not so long ago that I was one of “them”! I know the three or four things young men think about... constantly. At least half of these thoughts are not good. Therefore, I scrutinized these young men and prayed for discernment. I remember early in my “dating career” when the father of a very special young lady couldn’t even get my name right! So, in this instance, I had no choice but to answer to the name “Jack”. It was a small price to pay to have the honor of borrowing this man’s precious daughter for an afternoon. Was the name slip-up merely a simple mistake by her father, or a subtle way to send the message that, “Okay, Buster, now hear this! I’ve got my eye on you, and if you bring my daughter back with even one hair out of place, I will squash you like a bug!”? I recognized the "over the spectacles" glances that I would get from these fathers. Message received. Over the years, I have always remained the polite and respectful young man I was raised to be... probably because I could always hear an imaginary shotgun being cocked and ready to fire whenever I met the father of a young lady that I was hoping to spend some time with. And NOW? I get it! That said, this song is for the young men who might still hear the loading of that imaginary shotgun. ********************** RUNNING WITH THE MOON words & music by JRRothrock c 12/31/2004 There comes a time in every life, and I’m under no delusions. Gone over it a thousand times… ... and reached the same conclusion. Tonight’s the night I’ve circled… ... and I’m about to double down. I’ll scrape up my belongings… … and "bullet" out of town. -------------------------------------- Will you be the inspiration for this life that I have planned? I know, you’ve always been a “Daddy’s girl”. Well, it’s time you change your “man”! My palms are damp and sweaty... ... and my body shakes a chill… ... as I walk my Harley through the night… ... to your house up on (big house)… up on the hill! They told me, “don’t’ mess with her “Daddy”... ... ‘cause he’s the baddest man around. Just by pickin’ up the phone… ... he can put you in the ground! But, hey, I can not do it "his way"… ... and he won’t consider mine… ... so, now that dance is over. It’s time to lay it on the line! ------------------------------------- So here I stand, outside your door… …ready, willing and able… to ante up. My chips are down. The cards are on the table. Pebbles at your window pane. Curtain pulls aside. Screen door flies open… ... as you slide on from behind. ------------------------------------- ...and I’m so sorry about your Daddy, Babe… ... but we just couldn’t get in tune. I’m through dancing to his puppet strings… … so we’re running with the moon… -------------------------------------- We don’t want your dirty money. And soon it will be known… … I can provide a life for us. We’re gonna make it on our own! Man, this could’ve been so easy… ... but when you slammed the door… ... you left me no alternative! Can you hear my Harley roar?!! You wouldn’t listen to my music… … and you laughed at my ambition... ... so when you hear my songs on the radio... ... you can “shove” your intuition! I had to do it my way… ... and I cannot make it clearer… ... that when I get to be your age… ... I wanna like who’s in the mirror! So, please pardon my demeanor, you may have all that money buys. The rich man’s world is greener… ... but the poor man… …this time gets the Prize!!!!! …I love you……… Angel Eyes!