Sappy songs and morning commutes

I drove to work this morning in the soft glow of the morning light.

The wispy clouds speckled the baby blue sky — and I, still sleepy from my slumber, joined the parade of morning commuters on the interstate.

And then, a familiar song.

You’ve heard it: Five for Fighting’s 100 Years.

It’s a syrupy sort of song, perfect for tear-jerking television commercials. The high notes of the piano perfectly partnered with the high tone of John Ondrasik’s voice and suddenly, I was lost in the lyrics. My internal dialogue went a little something like this:

I’m 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I remember when I was 15. That wasn’t that long ago. And soon my babies will be 15! They’ll be getting their drivers’ permit, having crushes, and wanting Mom to drop them off a block away from the party! Whaaa!

I’m 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I’m a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind

Oh ma gah — I’m almost 33. And before you know it, I’ll be 63… and then 93! And I’m already getting wrinkles! Whaaaa!

I’m 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I’m heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

Life goes so fast! Everyone is growing up! I need to make the most of every second! Whaaa!

I’m 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

Whaaaaa! It’s sad that people die! Why were we put here? What does it all mean? Whaaaa!

Needless to say, by the end of the song, my eyes were full of tears and I had an overwhelming urge to go hug my babies and freeze time. But luckily, as the song ended, and my reflective state hit it’s peak, I was saved by the next song on the adult contemporary radio station playlist.

Like a light from heaven, George Michael swooned:

“Ja-ja-ja-jitterbug…”

And that’s all it took. A little Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go snapped me out of my Hallmark commercial, just in time to park.

And that, my friends, is the power of music.

One Comment

  1. Matt

    Syrupy as it is, it does have a good message, and an unintended one, don’t think of yourself as being 99 when you’re only 33. You’ve got twice as much time left as you’ve already experienced. And here’s another way of looking at it, if you like any oldies music, as in American Graffiti era music, you’re still considered a young person that likes oldies.

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