Another Park, Another Sunday
Yearning for Lost Love: "Another Park, Another Sunday" Reflections
Lyrics
I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window
I am in my room, looking out the window.
And I wonder where you've gone
Wondering about your whereabouts.
Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn
Reflecting on the happy moments before sunrise.
Outside the wind is blowin'
The wind outside is blowing.
It seems to call your name again
Feeling like the wind is calling your name.
Where have you gone
Questioning where you have disappeared to.
City streets and lonely highways
Navigating through city streets and desolate highways.
I travel down
Driving down empty roads.
My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down
Feeling lonely with a radio that adds to the melancholy.
I'm just tryin' to find me
Attempting to discover my true self.
A pretty smile that I can get into
Searching for a beautiful smile to connect with.
It's true, I'm lost without you
Admitting that I am lost without you.
Another lonely park, another Sunday
Another instance of being alone in a park on a Sunday.
Why is it life turns out that way
Questioning why life takes unexpected turns.
Just when you think you got a good thing
Expressing frustration when things seem promising but slip away.
It seems to slip away
Noting how good things can unexpectedly fade.
It's warm outside, no clouds are in the sky
Describing a warm and cloudless day.
But I need a place to go and hide
Seeking a private place to escape.
I keep it to myself
Keeping emotions to oneself.
I don't want nobody else
Desiring privacy and not wanting others to witness tears.
To see me cryin' all those tears in my eyes
Not wanting to show vulnerability through crying.
Another park, another Sunday
Repeating the theme of being alone in a park on a Sunday.
Why is it life turns out that way
Reiterating the puzzlement about life's unexpected turns.
Just when you think you got a good thing
Expressing the frustration of losing something good.
It seems to slip away
Highlighting the transient nature of positive experiences.
Another park, another Sunday
Repeating the theme of solitude in a park on a Sunday.
It's dark and empty thanks to you
Describing the park as dark and empty due to the absence of the person.
I got to get myself together
Recognizing the need to pull oneself together.
But it's hard to do
Acknowledging the difficulty in regaining composure.
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