Monday, April 6, 2009

David Ippolito, That Guitar Man From Central Parc



Long distance, long time, long past due.
Through the years I've wondered if I'd ever hear from you.
But, the phone rings and here you are.
I haven't felt like this in fifteen years.
How are you? Where are you calling from tonight?
When this moment came somehow I always knew I'd be alright.
And 'though I'm trembling, I'm relieved.
Still, I can't believe that it's been fifteen years.
It's hard to know what I'm feeling as I'm listening to your voice.
Harder, still, knowing what to say.
'Cause it's hard to admit that ever since you made your choice
I've been seeing you in daydreams every single day.

How many? Four children? Mother and a wife.
Me? No, I've stayed single through a rollercoaster life.
So far, there's only been one woman that I'd ask
In fifteen years.

Sure, I've known a few dark hours since the day you had to go
It took time for me to understand
That a love like ours is something so few ever get to know,
And in learning how to let it be maybe I'm a better man.

Don't hang up yet. It's too soon. You have to go.
But, before you do there's one more thing I think you need to know.
The best part of me is in love with you.
It's nothing that we'd ever have to fear.
'Cause, long ago it seemed I'd never have you near.
So, smile for me, and please don't disappear
For another fifteen years.