Arm's Length Away
Love Lost on Gravel Roads: Izaak Opatz's Melancholy Reflections
Lyrics
Oh, thank god, there’s no service here
Expressing relief that there is no mobile service in the current location.
On this lonely gravel road
Describing a desolate gravel road, emphasizing loneliness.
I was gonna call you just to say
Expressing a desire to call someone with whom the speaker has regrets.
I regret letting you go
Acknowledging regret for letting someone go.
I guess I’ll say it to the wind instead
Choosing to express regrets to the wind rather than through a call.
And let all my regrets get blown
Metaphorically letting regrets be carried away by the wind.
Oh, thank god, there’s no service here
Reiterating relief at the absence of mobile service on the gravel road.
On this lonely gravel road
Re-emphasizing the loneliness of the gravel road.
Oh, thank god, the internet’s down
Expressing gratitude for the internet being down upon returning home from a bar.
When I get home from the bar
Suggesting an intention to send an email about starting anew.
I was gonna send you an email
Describing an email that won't be sent due to changed intentions.
About making a brand new start
Discussing the act of discarding the idea of a fresh start.
I guess I’ll drag it to the trash instead
Choosing to dispose of the email to prevent potential harm.
Where it can’t do any harm
Indicating a deliberate action to prevent negative consequences.
Oh, thank god, the internet’s down
Reiterating relief at the internet being down.
When I get home from the bar
Reiterating the context of being home from a bar.
Because there used to be love between us
Reflecting on the past presence of love and the current inability to communicate certain things.
And now there’s just things we can’t say
Highlighting the shift from love to unspoken issues.
And there are good reasons, though I sometimes forget them
Acknowledging valid reasons for the distance between the speaker and the person.
That you’re not an arm’s length away
Expressing the emotional distance, metaphorically described as "not an arm’s length away."
Oh, thank god, it’s Sunday
Expressing relief on a Sunday when the post office is closed.
And the post office is closed
Stating the closure of the post office on a Sunday.
I was gonna send you a letter
Desiring to send a letter asking someone to come home.
Telling you to come home
Expressing a positive intention to reconcile or reconnect.
I’ll save a stamp and save myself
Opting not to send the letter, saving effort and avoiding disappointment.
The trouble of raising my hopes
Acknowledging the emotional burden of raising hopes.
Oh, thank god, it’s Sunday
Reiterating relief due to the closure of the post office on a Sunday.
And the post office is closed
Re-emphasizing the context of a closed post office on a Sunday.
Because there used to be love between us
Repeating the theme of past love and current communication challenges.
And now there’s just things we can’t say
Reiterating the shift from love to unspoken issues.
And there are good reasons, though I sometimes forget them
Acknowledging valid reasons for the distance between the speaker and the person.
That you’re not an arm’s length away
Repeating the emotional distance, metaphorically described as "not an arm’s length away."
Oh, thank god, my bike got stolen
Expressing relief that a bike got stolen, potentially avoiding an impulsive visit.
And I forgot to fill up the car
Admitting forgetfulness about filling up the car's gas tank.
I was gonna go just knock on your door
Desiring to visit and share contemplations with someone.
And tell you I’ve been thinking hard
Expressing an intention to convey deep thoughts to the person.
I guess I’ll stay home and just think some more
Choosing to stay home and contemplate instead of taking impulsive action.
Until the future shows its cards
Committing to waiting for the future to unfold before taking action.
Oh, thank god, my bike got stolen
Reiterating relief at the bike being stolen, potentially preventing an impulsive visit.
And I forgot to fill up the car
Acknowledging the forgetfulness about filling up the car's gas tank.
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