Half the Time

Navigating Shadows: Jon Dee Graham's Reflections on Solitude and Sanity
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Lyrics

Well, maybe I'll drive up north for a while

Contemplating a journey up north for a period

Go and see some family

Planning to visit family

Livin' by myself here alone on the hill

Living in solitude on a hill, feeling the impact

Starts to wear on me

Sense of isolation becoming burdensome


Between the ghost in the yard and the angel in the tree

Reference to spectral presence and celestial figure

The roses in their beds get more sleep than me

Metaphorical comparison, expressing restlessness


Half the time, I think I'm crazy

Conflicted feelings, questioning mental stability

And the other half the time, I wish I was

Alternating desire for a different mental state

All the waiting I've done, for some sense of things to come

Long periods of anticipation for clarity in life

But it never does

Disappointment as clarity remains elusive


When I'm driving at night, I see pictures on the windshield

Reflection while driving at night, visualizing memories

The lights, the road and my picture show

Imagery of lights, road, and personal mental movie

I see the boys when they were babies, see Roy in the Air Force

Recollection of family, particularly Roy in the Air Force

I see things that never happened, well, they might have, I don't know

Uncertainty about the reality of certain memories


Between the time that I leave and I arrive

Time passage during travel, reminiscing in the back seat

The past is in the back seat with the dead of quiet

Mixing past experiences with the quiet of the deceased


Half the time, I think I'm crazy

Reiteration of inner conflict and self-doubt

And the other half the time, I wish I was

Expressing a wish for an alternate mental state

All the waiting I've done, for some sense of things to come

Continued anticipation for clarity without fulfillment

But it never does

Reiteration of the perpetual lack of clarity


All the waiting I've done, for some sense of things to come

Repetition of waiting for a sense of purpose or understanding

But it never does

Emphasis on the persistent lack of resolution

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