Counterpart
Journey of Love and Surrender: Jason Webley's 'Counterpart'
Lyrics
I can't remember the face of my wife,
I have difficulty recalling my wife's face.
But from halfway around the world I can smell her hair.
Despite the distance, I can sense the familiar scent of her hair.
And every stranger that brushes by becomes the love of my life,
Every stranger I encounter briefly feels like the love of my life.
Oh but I can't betray her, her arms are everywhere.
I can't betray my wife, as her presence seems omnipresent.
She said "don't just touch, I want you to crawl inside,"
My wife desires a deeper connection, urging me to immerse myself in our relationship.
As she backed out the door with both hands on my gun,
She leaves, emphasizing the importance of our shared experiences ("gun" metaphor).
Well I never knew my father,
I never knew my father, so I doubt I'll meet my own son.
So I guess I don't expect that I will ever meet my son.
Now I surrender, I'll go blind to her side.
I accept spending time with her in a passive role (passenger chair).
I guess I'll spend the evening in the passenger chair.
Yes I've studied the scriptures, the guidebooks, the maps,
I've studied various sources but consumed them more out of habit than genuine curiosity.
Oh I drank, I drank, more from habit than thirst.
Drinking is habitual for me, not necessarily driven by actual thirst.
Somehow I never noticed that you only touch your shadow
Realizing that physical contact with your shadow occurs only when grounded on Earth.
When your feet are on the earth.
And I can't remember if I'm still on the train,
-But I'll just trust the driver.
Placing trust in the driver of the journey.
I just trust the driver.
Reiterating trust in the driver, emphasizing the ubiquity of my wife's influence.
Her arms are everywhere.
Her presence is all-encompassing.
Please don't tell me where we're going.
Requesting not to be informed about the destination, preferring to be surprised.
Just drive. Just drive.
Urging the driver to continue without disclosing the destination.
Please don't tell me where we're going.
Repeating the desire to be kept in the dark about the destination.
I like to be surprised.
Expressing a preference for the excitement of unexpected surprises.
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